Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2008 09:39:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fred Gingerman <gingerfred2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Winners --transgender

Winners
by Gingerfred Man


Chapter One -- Sissied

Fourteen-year-old Justin Harper looked around his room in total disgust.

The walls were painted a soft pink. His bed was covered with stuffed
animals and pink and white frilly linens. He had a vanity table covered
with cosmetics and flanked by three mirrors and a stool.

That wasn't the worst of it.

His curtains, besides being totally pink and girlish, had a pattern that
turned his stomach -- an intricate design of small, carefully sewn, erect,
spewing cocks, with attendant, low-hanging balls.

"Just what a young lady with a healthy sex drive needs," his mother, Helga,
said.

That wasn't the worst of it either.

Justin's walls held ten posters with photos of buff, handsome, naked men,
all with erect cocks, some even spurting manly cream. It was disgusting!

Nor was that the worst of it.

Justin was wearing a sweet, white, babydoll nightie, with the cutest
matching panties, white, seamed stockings and four-inch, white, stiletto
mules. His brown hair was lush and silky, styled beautifully, and shoulder
length. His face was lovely and made to perfection. His lush, full lips
were kissingly glossed. He moved around his room in his towering heels with
practiced, feminine grace.

Even that wasn't the worst of it.

He knew he wasn't gay, but for the past eight weeks, since his mother
decided to sissify him, he had been in full erection almost constantly. He
had been on powerful hormones. His skin was satin soft. His waist was
narrowing and his hips were widening. His breasts were filling an A-cup bra
and showing signs of far greater development.

Here was the worst of it.

He was lying on his back, on his girlie bed, with his pretty panties down
to his knees and nightie up to his delicious breasts. He was looking at a
picture on his wall and stroking his large, hard, hot cock. The picture was
of a handsome, blond man of about eighteen. The young man had the cutest
eyes. Why hadn't Justin noticed those eyes before? Blondie's eyes were
looking right at Justin -- directly into Justin's soul. Blondie thought
Justin was beautiful and sexy. Blondie wanted Justin. Justin wanted Blondie
to want him.

Justin wanted anyone to want him. And love him. Anyone.

Justin REALLY wanted that nice boy he and Nanny had met in the park that
day. The one who sold them ice cream and told Justin he was beautiful. And
had that big lump in his pants. Brad was his name, he said.

Justin could tell Blondie loved him because Blondie's uncut cock was red
and spewing big globs of hot cum. Just like Justin was about to do, because
Justin knew that Blondie was excited looking at Justin's pretty face and
lovely, feminine body.

Blondie wasn't Brad, but Justin would probably never see Brad again. And
Justin could see Blondie any time he wanted.

Justin was crushed with guilt. He felt like the biggest homo on earth. But
Blondie needed him! Blondie loved him. Blondie wanted him to cum!

And Justin did cum. Whimpering, gasping. Calling out, "Brad, I'm cumming,
Baby!" Why did he say, "Brad?" He meant, "Blondie."

Oh, goodness. The orgasm was magnificent! Titanic in its intensity. Then
came the shame for what he had become. The shame overwhelmed the pleasure
and strangled it. But Justin knew the pleasure would be back. And so would
the shame.

How did the poor boy ever get into that state?



Chapter Two -- The Sissifiers

Helga Harper had no tolerance for the weak or ineffectual. Especially when
they were males.

She was an alpha-female. Ivy League. Phi Beta Kappa. Yale Law
Review. No-mercy corporate lawyer with a huge salary earned through
ruthlessness. As a kid, Helga rooted for Cruella DeVil and was always
pissed when those effing Dalmatians thwarted her.

Helga had made one mistake in her life, but it was, in her eyes, a big one.

Justin.

Celebrating her graduation from law school, Helga had dallied with the
pathetic male loser who had finished second to her first in the class. It
was a pity fuck and the pity was it got her pregnant. The dumb ass managed
to be killed in a car accident before Justin was born, foiling Helga's plan
to offload the baby to the father.

A reptile would have been a better mother to Justin than Helga Harper. She
was rich enough that she dumped him off on a series of nannies, but even
that was annoying to her. It cost her a lot of money and even the greediest
nannies wanted a day off every month or so, leaving Helga with her
disgusting little offspring.

Helga needed a more permanent solution to ensure that Justin stayed weak
and docile and didn't become a difficult and distracting teenager. Thank
goodness her lover, Zoe Clendon, had a son, Peter, who was Justin's
age. Zoe was a surgeon who had also erred by procreating and now faced the
same dilemma. Zoe, though, offered a solution.

"Sissify them," Zoe suggested to Helga as they lay entwined, sweating from
a series of delicious Sapphic orgasms. "It's really the only practical
solution."

Helga loved it. It was perfectly cruel and totally controlling, which fit
her personality exactly.

It would also mean that there would be two less males in the world, which
in Helga and Zoe's view was always a good thing.

Zoe had access to the journals that gave practical sissification
advice. She also had access to the hormone cocktails that would make the
boys into hot little teenage she-males, waving their soft, plump, sissy
bottoms at boys. Zoe and Helga reasoned that if Justin and Peter were
taking boys' big cocks into their bottoms, the little twerps would have
little or no additional energy to annoy their important mothers. Sissies
don't get pregnant, so the only worry would be the annoyance of arranging
for all that sissy training and gear. Zoe even had a solution for that.

"You and I can do the initial domination, Helga. Then we can turn the
little creeps over to a sissy daycare `playgroup' in town that will
complete their training and make them into proper little faggots. They can
even board there, so we may never have to see them again. Except of course
when they come to see us on Mother's Day. <giggle>

Helga giggled as well. "Oh, Zoe. How deliciously evil. And there will be no
Dalmatians to save the day. Lick my pussy again, Darling. I'm very aroused.

Zoe didn't get the Dalmatian reference, but she loved licking Helga's sweet
pussy.



Chapter Three -- First Steps to Sissyhood

Eight weeks before succumbing to Blondie's charms, Justin was and always
had been a very unhappy boy. He lived in open fear of his mother, cowering
on the rare occasions he was in her presence. Over the years, he had liked
some of the nannies, but his mother was so demanding that, despite the high
wages, few nannies stayed very long.

Justin had no friends his age, since his mother didn't want him going to
school and bringing home all those diseases, so she had him tutored.

Justin's tutors and nannies often considered reporting his inhumane
treatment to the authorities, but believed that his mother, the power
lawyer, would destroy them if they did.

Poor Justin cried a lot. But surprisingly, his spirit was strong.

Helga was determined to break it.

Had he been able to meet him, Justin would have liked Peter, the evil Zoe's
son. Poor Peter was Justin's age and had led the same sheltered, love-free
life. Both boys, in the company of their nannies, got out into the world
now and then, but neither had had much interaction with people near their
ages. They built many of their ideas about human relations from television
and videos. Imagine how strange that was.

One day Justin was in his room watching a rerun of "Different Strokes,"
when her majesty, his mother, burst in.

"Hello, Justin," her magnificence said.

Cowering a bit, Justin said, "Hello, Mother."

Helga said, "You're 14 now, Justin. Your body is changing and I think it's
time you made some changes in your life."

Justin wanted to say, "Whatchoo talkin' `bout, Willis?" But he wasn't
Arnold. He was poor Justin.

Was it motherly concern Justin was witnessing, or more of the same?

It was more of the same.

"I don't want you turning into one of those roughneck, uncultured boys who
are hateful and discourteous to their mothers. So I'm going to make you
into a girl."

Justin was in shock. His first instinct was to put his hand over his
privates.

Helga laughed evilly when she saw that. "Don't worry, you little ninny. I'm
going to add, not subtract. You'll keep your penis and testicles, although
I can't imagine why anyone would want those. I'll be giving you shots that
will `augment' you, Darling."

Fear gripped Justin, but so did disgust. Justin hated the false "Darlings"
the most. His mother was like the Wicked Witch of the West. If only that
bucket of water trick made her melt!

"Augment me how, Mother?" a trembling Justin asked.

"Why I can give you a narrow waist, wider hips, lovely skin and, best of
all, luscious breasts that all the boys will want to kiss and suck."

Justin quivered. He was a lot of things, but gay wasn't one of them. "But
mother, I'm a boy. And I don't want other boys doing those things to me."

Helga's face hardened and her voice was cold. "You are what I say you are,
Darling," she spat. "Now take all those clothes off and turn around so I
can give you your first shot.

Justin began to sob. But he stripped, revealing the back end of a lovely,
slim, boyish body that, Helga thought, offered real girlish possibilities.

Helga filled a syringe with a large dose of hormones and injected Justin in
his pretty bottom.

Justin hoped that was all for that day. It wasn't.

"Turn around, Justin." Of course, he complied. Helga hadn't seen Justin
naked for years. Even she was impressed with his body, especially his cock
and balls. Justin's cock was a large, uncut beauty with a long, brown
foreskin and low-hanging pink balls. She wondered what the boys who were
attracted to Justin in his soon-to-be-female persona would think when they
saw that package. Would they kiss and suck it? Or would they beat him up?
No matter.

"Now Justin, put these on." She handed him a pair of silky, pink, bikini
panties.

Justin gulped. Risking loss of life and limb, Justin tried a smidgen of
defiance. "But Mother. I'm a boy."

"That's exactly the nasty, sassy attitude I'm fighting here, young
lady. Now put those on!"

Young lady?

Justin felt doomed as he slid the lovely teasers up his virtually hairless
legs. Oh, that felt good! Especially to a sensorially deprived boy. His
balls felt nicely tucked and the silk was rubbing them so nicely. He didn't
want it to happen, but his penis was filling with blood. If his mother
saw...

Helga began to laugh tauntingly. "I thought you were a BOY, Darling. Boys
don't get big, nasty erections when they try on frilly things."

Justin didn't hate his mother. She gave him life. But the way she treated
him made him wish she would go somewhere else forever.

Helga then rolled two silky black stockings into doughnuts. She rolled one
up Justin's right leg and gave him the other to roll up his left. Justin
rolled the silky treasure along his leg carefully, not wishing to ruin it
and incur Mommie Dearest's wrath. He felt the silk rub against each pore in
his leg. It was sensual nirvana and it made him wiggle in reaction. The
wiggling made his erect, exposed pink mushroom rub against his panties,
putting him into major distress. Justin had never had an orgasm and didn't
even know what one was, so when his stomach began to send him strange
signals, he flinched and began to worry if he were sick.

There was little chance of sympathy from Helga, but Justin was ever
hopeful. He said, "Mother, something's wrong. I feel funny."

Helga smiled her evil grin and rubbed her hand along Justin's panty-covered
cock. "That's just your body confirming what I've always suspected,
Dear. That you're a pantywaist, little, sissy faggot. Now go ahead and cum
like sissies do. <Rub. Rub.> I'll bet you're thinking about a boy kissing
you and rubbing your stiff, sissy cock just like this, aren't you, Justin?"

<Gasp> He wasn't thinking that at all. <Pant> He was thinking of the
sensations in his panties. The nerve endings being tormented into something
new and different. And wonderful. Aaaaahhhhh. Oh, what was that?
Ohhhhhhhh. Justin felt his balls boil and then this great, wet RUSH of
pleasure and relief and moisture.

Justin adored his first cum! He filled his panties with blast after blast
of sticky cream as his mother chuckled in evil delight.

Even she couldn't ruin that pleasure.

Helga left the room, leaving Justin on his back on his bed. His chest was
heaving. His stockinged legs were limp with post-orgasmic release.

Justin sighed. Then he reached into his panties and felt all the creamy
goo. It was still warm. He wanted to taste it, but was afraid his mother
would come back and catch him, then ridicule him some more.

He did rub the goo all around the naked cockhead, however. That felt very
nice. Justin raised his knees, stroked his wet wienie and looked at how
pretty his legs looked in stockings. For the first time in his life, Justin
considered the possibility that he had a nice body. A body that a girl
would like to cuddle with. Or even <blush> a boy.

Justin put his thumbs into the hips of his panties and eased them over his
gooey cock. He looked at the seven-inch jewel very carefully. Almost for
the first time.

It was wet with his cummy spendings, but that made it look sexy
somehow. The head was reddish pink, with a slightly open peehole that was
still drooling some drops of goo. It seemed to be fattening up again as he
rubbed some of the sticky juices along the shaft. Then he took some cum
and, covering the inner fingers of his right hand, slathered the plentiful
boy's cream onto his pink, wrinkled, ball bag.

That was heavenly! Justin continued the moist testicle massage and,
grunting, lifted his stockinged legs and pointed his pretty toes
skyward. His doodle was rock-like again as he returned his gooey hand to
its oh-so-sensitive head.

Justin began to pant and gasp as he wiggled his aloft legs and increased
the friction on his cockhead. That thing was going to happen to him
again. He was going to spurt goo and get that wonderful feeling. It was
going to be great! He rubbed and tickled and then it happened -- wave after
sweet wave of pleasure to a boy who had so little.

At least he had masturbation to turn to as a friend.



Chapter Four -- More Steps

Justin spent more time with his mother over the next eight weeks than they
had spent together in his 14 years. It was something he would never want to
repeat.

Helga drilled him on sissiness, teaching him all about hair and clothes and
make-up and feminine mannerisms. Even voice. She was demanding, unfair and
bitchy. So Justin was not surprised.

The results, however, were spectacular. Justin was the prettiest
14-year-old girl or sissy in the area code. His body, especially his legs,
would drive men insane with lust.

Mother did mean, hurtful things, of course, like putting up those cock
curtains and horrible pictures of spurting men in Justin's room, but Justin
expected no less.

Justin saw something in his mother's eyes that he would always treasure --
envy. Having created a sissy, Helga was envious of that sissy's beauty.

"Well," she thought. "No matter. I'll ship the little faggot off to that
playgroup and be done with him. Hopefully until he's 18. Maybe
forever. That would be wonderful."

Helga essentially considered herself finished with her son and, glory be,
began to spend most of her free time at Zoe's having her pussy licked.

One day, the current Nanny, Emily Branson, whose heart broke for Justin,
took him for a nice walk in the park. It was Justin's first visit to the
outside world since his sissification.

His sweet A-growing-to-B-cup titties nestled comfortably in a bra. His
garterbelt snaps held up black, seamed stockings as he strode with easy
grace in his four-inch sandals. His lush, long hair was beautifully styled
and his cosmetic-enhanced features could have graced the cover of
"Seventeen."

Nanny knew that boys and men would notice Justin's tiny, plaid, pleated
skirt as he glided along the paths of the park. She tried to prepare him,
but he was such an ingénue about everything. No wonder.

Men's mouths hung open as the exquisite sissy and his Nanny took the
air. Justin noticed.

No one had known he was alive before that day. And now. He was being
treated like a princess!

Nanny stopped at an outdoor ice cream shop to give Justin's feet a
break. His mother made him wear huge heels all the time.

Nanny had seen the face of true evil and wanted to help Justin if she
could.

A boy came out to take their order. A very cute boy of about
16. Blond. With a nametag that said, "Brad."

Justin blushed when Brad told him how pretty he was. Justin liked that very
much, but wondered what Brad would say if he saw Justin's big cock. Which
was fighting to escape from its tuck, now that Brad was being so nice.

Attention. Someone was giving Justin positive attention. Almost for the
first time in his life. It was very arousing.

Brad introduced himself and asked Justin's name. Justin opened his pretty
mouth, but Nanny jumped in. "The young lady's name is Justine, young
man. Isn't that a pretty name?"

Brad was practically fainting in agreement. He moved off to get their ice
cream, sneaking looks back at the visual banquet that was Justin.

Justin was smiling at Nanny. "He likes me, Nanny. But I'm a boy and so is
he. Does that matter?"

"Only among the ignorant, Honey. Brad seems like a nice young man and it's
no wonder that he likes you. Not only are you beautiful. You're sweet and
innocent and a good person. Bad genes must skip a generation."

Justin blushed. He didn't understand what Nanny meant by that last
sentence. But he was happy that someone nice seemed to like him. He liked
the girl's name Nanny gave him too. Justine was very like Justin, but much
prettier. Just like his feminine persona. It was too bad he was really a
boy.

"Nanny, will it matter to boys when they find out that I'm <blush> really a
boy?"

"Not to most, sweetie. Here comes our ice cream. Let's see if you can melt
that young man with your smile."

Justin giggled. He unleashed a laser smile on Brad and almost knocked the
lad down. He would have to watch that. Justin had never had any real
power. Not like Helga's power. No one had power like that. But he had some
now. He could see that. But he wouldn't use it for evil. Only good. Like
Superman or Wonder Woman.

Justin and Nanny ate their ice cream, then got up. Brad rushed over and
held Justin's chair for him. Justin surprised all three of them by kissing
Brad on the cheek, leaving the boy in stunned silence as he and Nanny
wiggled off.



Chapter Five -- A Best Friend at Last

That night, after Justin masturbated to Blondie while thinking of Brad (See
Chapter One, if you missed it) Justin decided that he was going to be
open-minded about this who's-a-boy-and-who's-a-girl stuff.

Justin knew that he was a boy who looked like a girl. A beautiful
girl. That could be confusing to a lot of people, especially all those men
he had seen that day looking at him "that way."

So he was going to see where it took him.

The next day, it took him to Peter.

Poor Justin had never had a real friend. He knew Mother's friend
Dr. Clendon had a son Justin's age, but they had never been allowed to
meet. Another pointless cruelty.

Uncharacteristically, Mother summoned Justin before she went off to evict
some senior citizens or pollute water supplies or whatever she had planned
for that day.

Justin knew from long experience that such a summoning was never good. But
this time, for once, it was spectacularly stupendous.

"Justin," Mother said. "You and I have had our differences, but that's
going to end. I'm going to work today and then leaving for two weeks in
Aruba with Dr. Clendon. When I return, you and Dr. Clendon's little sissy
faggot brat Peter will be at McNally's Sissy Play Group and Boarding House
where the two of you will essentially be out of our lives. I mean we'll
probably have to see you on Christmas Day and, if you graduate I suppose
we'll go to that. But you'll be in the care of Ron McNally and his wife
Barbara, who will make sure you turn into proper cock-sucking, little,
sissy faggots. Anyway, you won't be in my way any more so that's the
important thing. Goodbye." And she left without a glance back.

Justin stood there in his nightie, peignoir and high-heeled mules and
stared at the door. Then he began to tremble. And cry. Huge tears of
absolute joy!!! The witch was gone. Thank God and all his angels!

Then he worried a bit. What about Peter? And the playgroup? And the
McNally's?

Justin had one huge advantage that most of the rest of us lack. He knew
that no matter what the future held, it had to be better than the past and
present.

Nanny had eavesdropped and whooped with joy when Helga left, even though it
meant she would be unemployed in a few days. She hugged Justin and kissed
him, wishing him a much better life. He was sure to have it.

"Get dressed, Justin," Nanny said. "We're going over to meet your new
friend Peter."

A friend! Justin's eyes filled up again. Then he went to make himself look
prettier than he ever had.

When Justin was dazzlingly ready, Nanny and he got into Nanny's car and
drove to Peter Clendon's house.

Justin was very nervous, but happily excited to meet a boy his age. Even if
that boy had been sissified just like him.

Nanny and Justin stood at the door. Nanny looked at Justin, the lovely
young sissy, resplendent in his tiny mini, frilly blouse, long, luscious,
stockinged legs, towering stilettos, big hair and perfectly perfumed,
powdered and cosmetized face and asked him, "Ready?"

Justin gulped. Then smiled prettily at Nanny and nodded.

Nanny rang the bell. They heard high heels clacking rapidly in a rush for
the door. It flung open and there stood Peter.

Lovely, sweet, gorgeous Peter. Dressed much like Justin and almost as
pretty. They were the prettiest sissies on the planet and they just stared
at each other, drinking in the thought of a friend and a happy future after
so much neglect.

Peter spoke first. He was unable to avoid a sob, but said, "Welcome,
Justin. You're very beautiful." Then he stepped forward and held the
trembling Justin in his arms. Justin encircled Peter and they hugged and
shook and sobbed with joy.

Justin knew Peter was a boy because he could feel Peter's very large, stiff
thing rubbing against him as they embraced. Peter could feel Justin's. They
looked odd. Pretty, pretty girls with rammers tenting their miniskirts. But
no one cared about that.

They went into the house and the sweet boys chattered with the joy they had
hoped for. They talked about everything and nothing. Justin's Nanny and
Peter's Nanny beamed happily, then left them alone.

Peter and Justin sat next to each other on the couch, learning from each
other about building a friendship. Every once in a while they would hug.

Justin's Nanny checked on them and said, "We're going to be here three
days, Justin. Then we're all going to our house for three days. Then you're
both off to the Playgroup to board. Would the two of you like to sleep
together tonight?"

Justin wanted that very much, but didn't want to offend his friend. He
smiled at Peter and Peter said, "Yes, ma'am. Please."

Oh my goodness. Justin had never slept with anyone. And he had a stiffie
since they had arrived three hours ago. He couldn't really relieve himself
with Peter there, could he? Maybe it would all work out.

Nanny said, "Great. Now, how about dinner?"

That sounded wonderful. Peter and Justin clacked into the dining room arm
in arm. Maybe boys their age didn't do that, but those two were feasting on
physical contact for the first time in their lives.

After a lovely meal of meatloaf, mashed potatoes and green beans, the
nannies shushed the boys up to Peter's room. "Enjoy your night," Peter's
Nanny said. "We'll have bacon and eggs in the morning."

Justin and Peter had never been happier, though each was a little
apprehensive about what might happen next.

When they got into the room and closed the door, Justin was horribly
aroused. The girlish clothes he was wearing, as always, had him in an erect
state. But the added stimulation of the beautiful, sweet-smelling,
delightful Peter, with all that touching and hugging, had him whimpering
for relief.

Justin was happy but worried. What would he... Mmmphhhh. Peter took Justin
in his arms and said, "I've been wanting to do this all day."

And then Peter kissed Justin!

Oh!

Soft, warm, glossed lips touching with the heat of a lifetime of need. The
boys were in heaven. Hungrily, they embraced, drinking in each other's
feminine smells and warmth. Justin was very happy, even though he knew
Peter was a boy. Who cared about details like that? Peter led Justin to a
small couch and they sat side by side.

Justin wanted a lot more kissing and he pressed his lips against
Peter's. Peter moaned with happiness, then eased out the tip of his tongue
and pushed it between Justin's lips. Oh, that was so intimate. Justin was
afraid he was going to make big cummies, just from that. His big sissy
stick was stiff and stretching his panties to their limits.

Justin used his tongue to lick Peter's tongue and they kissed wetly and
deeply. It was magnificent!

Then Peter broke the kiss and, looking shyly at Justin said, "I'll show you
mine, if you show me yours."

Justin's heart leaped. That was the deal that had led to billions of
history's most delightful encounters. Justin nodded his eager assent.

Peter lifted his skirt and showed Justin a lovely pair of creamy thighs,
his black stocking tops, garter straps and white, string panties, with an
over-challenged, translucent piece of gauzy material attempting to restrain
a large, fierce object.

Justin gasped. Peter's cock was bigger than Justin's considerable
equipment! And, unlike his pink package, it was dark and hairy. With huge,
hairy balls, dangling from the sides of his panties. Completely incongruous
with his lovely feminine persona. In other words, maddeningly erotic!

Peter smiled. He was delighted to see Justin so excited.

Justin bit his lip and quivered. Then he lifted his skirt and exposed
himself erotically for the first time in his life.

Peter smiled broadly when he saw Justin's delicious goodies. "You're even
beautiful there, Justin."

Justin glowed with the praise. Then he hooked his thumbs in the sides of
his panties and pulled them over his cock and down to mid-thigh. Peter did
the same.

"I'm so happy to be with you, Peter," Justin said. Peter smiled and kissed
Justin with lots of tongue.

Justin wiggled. The hours of stimulation without relief had made both
sissies very uncomfortable.

For the first time, Justin took the initiative. He encircled Peter's
gorgeous, masculine-looking cock in his soft, girlish hand. Peter groaned
with pleasure. Justin pulled Peter's foreskin back and examined the pink,
sensitive head with the manicured fingers of his other hand. Peter
gasped. Justin ran his nails along the length of Peter's ball bag as he
skinned Peter's cock up and down and up and down. Peter shook. Justin
kissed Peter and gave him his tongue. Peter trembled, said, "I love you
Justin," and began to spurt huge globs of the creamiest, stickiest sperm in
the world. Peter was in ecstasy and Justin felt wonderful to be able to
impart such pleasure.

Seven joyful, spunky spews flew onto Justin's hand and wrist and Peter's
tummy, thighs, stockings and garterbelt. Poor Peter was drenched in his own
cum. His pretty chest heaved and he cooed with pleasure.

Then Peter set out to return the favor.

Justin's cock was already excited and on the verge of eruption when Peter
got on his knees and kissed it. Justin almost fainted with pleasure. When
Peter skinned the foreskin back and licked the pink head slowly and
sensuously, Justin's eyes filled with joyful tears. When Peter took each of
Justin's balls in his mouth and gave them a sensuous sucking, Justin felt
the early warning. Peter knew his lover was close, so he departed from the
testicles and gave full oral adoration to the peehole and its
environs. Justin squealed that he loved Peter, then covered Peter's face
with hot, sticky, sissy cream. Peter licked up what cream he could as the
pretty cock erupted, but his cheeks were doused with the delicious
emissions.

Justin looked at Peter adoringly, then joined him in a sweet, deep, cummy
kiss. Their bodies writhed and rubbed. They were totally in love.

It occurred to Justin first that everything would be even more pleasant if
they rid themselves of some garments. The sweet sissies helped each other
out of their skirts and tops, but kept their bras, garter belts, stockings
and big heels on. Then they lay on the bed side-by-side for more cuddling
and kissing.

Justin gasped when he saw Peter's soft, delicious titties straining his
bra. Peter was impressed at Justin's two cuddly puppies as well. Each
unhooked the other's bra. Blushing a little, they rubbed nipples, then
kissed wetly and soulfully.

Justin was painfully excited once again. He rubbed his pink, seven-incher,
framed by neatly trimmed pubic hair and attended by a small pink bag
against Peter's thick, dark, eight-incher, with wild, thick, black hair and
a huge, dark, cum-gorged ball bag.

The sissies were oozing semen, covering each other's cocks with it as they
tongued each other's delicious mouths and rubbed their nipples sensuously
against each other.

A huge, trembling cum for each lovely boy was inevitable and when it came,
it happened almost simultaneously. Justin was helpless. He came as if his
body were completely beyond his control. Peter kissed Justin harder as he
felt his first of six creamy spurts. Then Peter squealed. The sissyish
sound enflamed Justin and he squealed as well. They shook and orgasmed and
shuddered and blew more and more cummies until both of the sweet boys'
pubic areas and tummies were drenched in their mingled cum.

Justin and Peter had never been one millionth as happy.

Lying on their backs, their beautiful bosoms, with brown, erect nipples,
heaving, the boys looked at each other with open adoration. Justin was
drawn to the sight of Peter's gorgeous nipples. Justin rolled on his side
and softly kissed Peter's left nipple. Peter groaned and his limp cock
twitched.

"Did you like that, Peter?" the little teaser asked.

Peter nodded, then gasped, sweetly, "More, please."

No one had ever touched Peter's nipples before and he was unprepared for
the intensity of his feelings. Justin's loving licks and sucks were
enflaming Peter, stiffening his huge cock once again and, curiously,
drawing liquid from Peter's titties!

The sweet boys didn't know that Peter's evil mother had included Prolactin
in the hormone cocktail the boys received every day. A common Prolactin
side effect was mild, occasional lactation. The intense sexual stimulation
was making Peter's breasts give milk!

Oh, glory! Justin was nursing gently at Peter's breasts as he took baby
sips of sweet sissy milk. Milk was dribbling down Justin's chin as he
smiled angelically at Peter. Peter was giving Justin nourishment in many
ways.

On an erotic impulse, Justin reached under Peter's huge balls and rubbed
the pad of his right middle finger along Peter's anus ring. The sucking!
The milk leaving Peter's feminized body! His first hint of anal
stimulation! His love for Justin! Aaaaggggghhhhhh!!!!! Peter screamed in
joyful, gut-wrenching, orgasmic release.

Oh, Baby! The poor sissy didn't have a bucketful of cum left after two
monster orgasms, but the three thick dribbles were accompanied by a
shuddering climax.

Peter was sobbing and convulsing. Justin was delighted that he could bring
such joy to his friend. The two nannies downstairs raised a glass of evil
Zoe's best cognac to toast the happy-at-last sissies.

Exhausted, the boys entwined and fell asleep in each other's loving arms.



Chapter Six -- The Desperate Prince

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Bradley Prince was pacing in his room,
waiting for his father, James, to come home.

He had been all over the neighborhood trying to find something that would
lead him to that exquisite, feminine treasure whose mother, or whoever that
was, called her "Justine."

Justine the Lovely. Justine the Sweet. Justine the Virgin Beauty. Princess
Justine.

How would he ever find her? He would go crazy if he didn't.

Brad flung himself on his bed and, as he had many times, since meeting
Justine, pulled down his pants and extracted his respectable tosser. It was
dark and hairy, with a thick foreskin concealing gooey, pink bits. He
formed a picture of Justine in his mind and saw them leaving a
church. Justine was in a wedding gown and Brad in a tuxedo. Brad knew that
Justine was a virgin and he was going to take her to a hotel and FUCK her
for the first time.

Oh. That stirred his balls.

He fast-forwarded the fantasy to the hotel room. Justine was slowly,
teasingly removing her gown, then her lingerie. Brad was practically
fainting with lust. Justine would stop undressing every few seconds and
mince over on her huge heels to give Brad a sweet, tonguey kiss.

In his dream, Brad stripped to his boxers and sat to watch the wonderful
show. Brad was rampant, both in the dream and in real life. Justine was a
person of pure innocence and perfect femininity and she was about to
sacrifice that innocence to Brad.

Justine stripped to her white lingerie, pretty bra, stuffed with soft,
plump, warm titties; lacy garter belt; fully-fashioned, white, seamed
stockings; frilly, brief, silky panties covering her dripping, gooey pussy
and delicious bottom; white, five-inch, stiletto sandals. She wiggled over
to Brad and sat on his naked thigh. She kissed him. He could almost smell
her powder, her soap and her sensuous perfume. He held her in his loving,
needy arms. She reached into his boxers to touch his throbbing cock for the
first time and as the first molecule of her soft fingers touched his hot
rammer in his dream, in real life Brad convulsed and came. His back
arched. He hurled thick globs of spunk through the air and into the
stratosphere. It was a blaster of a cum!

But the relief it provided was fleeting. He had to find Justine! Had to!

Brad cleaned himself up and began to pace again. A few minutes later, he
ran downstairs to greet his father when he heard the garage door open.

James Prince got out of the car and smiled at his son. Since Brad's mother
left two years earlier, the two had formed a supportive and loving bond.

For the past few days, James had been aware that Brad was agitated, but
Brad had not shared the reason. It appeared he was about to.

"Dad," Brad said, "I've never asked you to do your work stuff for me,
right?"

James was a private investigator and a really good one. He agreed with Brad
cautiously.

"I need your help this time, Dad."

"What is it, son? Are you in trouble?"

"Worse, Dad. I'm in love."

James smiled. "How can I help?"

"Three days ago, I saw a beautiful girl. No. The most beautiful girl in the
world. And she's sweet and innocent and kind and..."

"I get the picture. What about her?"

"I've been trying to find her and no one knows her. I don't think she's
from out of town. She was walking through the park with an older lady. But
I don't think the lady was her mother. She wasn't dressed right and didn't
look like her."

"How old is this girl?"

"Maybe 14, Dad. But she dressed like a real girl. Stockings, heels, a short
skirt. You know?"

James knew. He often lamented the fact that women dressed like squeegee
men. "What do you know about her?"

"Not much. Her name is Justine. She's a princess of love, Dad. Princess
Justine."

"You do have it bad, Bradley. Anything else?"

"Billy, who I work with, saw me mooning over her and took a picture of me,
Justine and the lady. He just got it developed today. Here it is. Don't
lose it."

James thought he saw little cum stains on the edges, but it was
understandable when he saw Justine. Wow! It was no wonder his son was
cuntstruck. She was incredible!

"Let me ask around, son."

Brad was overcome with gratitude. He hugged his Dad.

"No promises, Brad, but I'll try."

"Thanks, Dad."



Chapter Seven -- Honeymoon

Brad was imagining a honeymoon for himself and someone he thought was a
girl named "Justine." But for the two young, sweet sissies Peter and
Justin, the next few days were just like a real honeymoon.

The first morning they woke up in the same bed, Justin awoke to the
delicious friction of Peter kissing his nipples and sucking them
gently. Peter's right hand was busy rubbing Justin's
testicles. Mmmmm. Justin adored having his breasts sucked. His cock was
big, red and throbbing.

The Prolactin was working on Justin just as it had on Peter. The beautiful
boy's titties were weeping milk as Peter sipped it into his mouth
happily. Justin smiled at Peter and Peter stopped sucking to move up and
give Justin a milky, good morning kiss. Justin loved feeling Peter's tongue
enter his mouth, and he really loved when Peter began to masturbate
Justin's enflamed cock in earnest as they kissed. Justin was gasping with
pleasure and he couldn't hold back. His Love brought him to yet another
grave-opening, cataclysmic orgasm. Spurt after spurt of sissy cream leaped
from Justin's pink peehole. He clutched Peter to his breast and said, "I
love you, forever, Peter."

Peter kissed Justin and said, "You're very easy to love, Justin."

Justin decided he wanted to do something really nice for his best
friend. "I'm going to suck your cock now, Peter. I'm afraid I won't be able
to get it all in my mouth, but I'll lick it real good. And if you want to
make that gooey stuff on my face, that's OK. In fact, I would like that."

Peter smiled. He was ready to have his huge cock sucked for the first
time. His life had gone from despair to joy in a very short time. He was
enjoying the ride very much.

The boys were still wearing their stockings and garter belts. Peter's cock
was so big and erect that its head went over the garter belt. Justin
admired the beautiful creation. It was a monster and totally incongruous on
a pretty, feminine sweetheart like Peter. That made it extra nasty.

Justin began by measuring it with his soft hands, then rubbing his
fairy-like fingers all along its veined, hairy length. Peter moaned. Then
Justin hefted Peter's massive balls. Oh, Justin could imagine what a busy
cum factory those spherical treasures were.

Naughtily, Justin gently squeezed the wrinkled bag. Peter squealed. Justin
giggled and Peter smiled. Peter had a big, hairy cock and balls, but he was
all sissy.

Justin kissed Peter's ball bag to make them all better. He gave each round
jewel a nice tongue bath. Peter purred contentedly and tickled his own
nipples. He was consumed by gentle pleasure. Then Justin used the tip of
his tongue to taste the watery dribble leaking from Peter's
peehole. Delicious! A little salty, but very intimate. And so dirty!

Peter especially liked when Justin began to bathe Peter's big mushroom with
his wet tongue. Mmmmm. Justin loved making Peter arch his back and pinch
his own nipples a little harder.

Justin decided to see how much of that enormous schwannstucker he could
swallow. He held the shaft with both hands, pointed Peter's peehole at
Justin's mouth and began to ingest the gorgeous object. Justin's mouth was
stuffed, but he got the head and a couple of inches of shaft fully in his
mouth. Peter squealed again, the little sissy, and began to rub his nipples
in earnest. Justin rolled his tongue all around the oh-so-sensitive
underside of Peter's cockhead and was delighted when he felt it swell with
even more throbbing blood. It was like feeling Peter's heartbeat with his
tongue.

Justin licked some more. Peter wiggled and writhed. Justin again tried that
little trick from the previous night -- tickling Peter's anus with a
fingertip. Only this time, Justin slipped and entered Peter's hole to the
depth of the first knuckle. Peter screamed as if he had been shot. Peter's
titties were leaking milk. His cock began to ejaculate wildly and
copiously. Poor Justin was gagging from the flood of cum and he
inadvertently pushed his whole finger into Peter's pretty bottom
hole. Peter screeched. And came some more. Pushing his bottom forward to
get Justin's entire finger in there.

Justin's mouth was saturated with Peter's hot load. He managed to swallow
most of it before he had time to consider whether it was the right thing to
do. He liked the taste. But he really liked that it was Peter's cum. Really
liked it.

Peter was on an alternate plan of existence. His body had been
assaulted. He surrendered. And the white flag was stained with joyous cum.

Would it be like that whenever Justin and Peter were together?

Apparently so.

The two nannies couldn't be more indulgent. They cooked for the boys, did
their cum-stained laundry and pretty much left them to their "honeymoon."

Sometimes Justin and Peter would be downstairs talking to the nannies and
Peter would wiggle his perfect bottom at Justin. Or just look at him a
certain way. Justin's cock would tent his skirt and the boys would excuse
themselves and run upstairs. For three noisy, squealing hours.

When they relocated to Justin's house for three more nights before their
permanent move to the sissy playgroup house, the boys began to realize that
their joy might be finite.

They were lying in bed together, naked and perspiring a little after some
vigorous, cummy love. Peter said, "I love you so much, Justin. I could
never give you up. Do you think well be all right at that place where our
mothers are sending us?"

Justin was getting a lot more assertive. "We'll MAKE it all right,
Honey. I'm with you forever."

To prove it, they moved into a delicious sixty-nine and swallowed each
other's creamy sissy loads with gusto.

Lying on their backs, they discussed another important matter.

"I couldn't help noticing all those pictures of boys on the wall,
Justin. And all those spurting cocks."

"My mother thought that was funny."

"I know. Justin, did you ever wonder what it would be like to have a boy or
man make love to you?"

Justin considered that, then answered truthfully. "Yes, I have. But I'll
always love you."

Peter smothered Justin with soft kisses. Then he said, "And I'll always
love you. But it's different. What we have. Would you want to make love to
a woman?"

The two sissies looked at each other, said "Ewwwwwwwwwwww" simultaneously,
and giggled. With the mothers they had, it would take a platoon of
psychoanalysts to overcome that one.

Peter persisted. "Would you want a boy or man to kiss you and hug you?"

Justin shyly said. "Yes, if it was the right boy."

"Would you want him to put his big thing into your bottom and fuck you?"

That sounded horrible and wonderful to Justin. "Wouldn't it hurt?"

"Not if it's done right. Would you?"

Justin answered in a small voice. "Yes."

Peter smiled. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

Justin blushed. Then he told Peter about his meeting with Brad. It was a
pipedream, he admitted. Brad had probably forgotten all about Justin by
now.

"I wouldn't be so sure," darling Peter said. "You're not easy to forget."

Justin blushed at the compliment. Then he asked, "Would you like a boy to
put his big thing in your bottom?"

Peter looked at Justin. "I don't think so."

That was a surprise to Justin. Then Peter said, "But I'd like a man to do
it. Or you."

Wow! Justin had never considered...

"Would you?" Peter asked his Love.

Justin blushed deeply. His cock was the hardest and thickest it had ever
been at the thought of putting it "in there" for Peter.

"But Peter, your hole is so tiny and my stiffie is so big. I would hurt
you."

"I don't think so, Justin. Your mother didn't let you onto the Internet,
but I figured out how to use my mother's computer. I read lots of stories
and saw lots of pictures of sissies getting big cocks in their bottoms. And
they LOVED it!"

Justin was horribly excited. "But how, Honey?"

Peter said, "Lubrication, love and patience. You have to lubricate me
first. Do you like when I put my fingers in your hole?"

Justin smiled at the wonderful memories. "Oh, yes, Peter. It's wonderful."

"Do you like when I rub my fingers on that certain spot I call your
prostate?"

Justin beamed. "It's heaven on earth."

"Well, when you put your cock into me, the head will rub against my
prostate. And that will feel really, really good for me. I guess you can
imagine how wonderful that will feel for you too, to be on top of me,
kissing me, loving me and pushing your big thing in and out of me."

It was sounding better and better to Justin all the time. Could Justin ever
take that big salami of Peter's into his private spot? And enjoy it? Maybe
he could.

Justin's cock was red, hard and throbbing at the thought of FUCKING his
lover. Peter was naked and wiggling seductively. Then Peter turned over
onto his stomach and moved his pretty bottom in a teasing pattern. Justin
was about to burst. But then he stopped everything.

"No," Justin said. "I'm not going to remember this wonderful moment like
this. I'm all naked and covered with dried cum. Yours and mine. We're going
to shower, put on fresh make-up and our sexiest nighties. Then I'm going to
fill your perfect bottom with my nice, big cock. I'll make you squeal and
cum a lot. But we're going to do it right."

Peter loved when Justin was assertive. Especially since he was about to
surrender his virgin ass to him.

The beautiful sissies took chaste showers, put on their best, sexiest
make-up and their cutest nighties. Justin's was a see-through, pink,
flyaway babydoll, that was joined at the breasts, but separated into two
filmy halves below that. He omitted panties, but his cock was so engorged,
he never would have been able to get much of them on anyway.

Peter wore a white, shortie nightie, with white, seamed stockings and a
lovely white ribbon in his hair. The boys changed the sheets and they and
their environment were completely recharged.

Justin lay on his back and beckoned to Peter. Peter smiled at his love,
then joined him. They lay in a sweet, loving embrace, kissing, but without
genital contact. Justin was getting very excited, so he asked Peter to
straddle Justin's shoulders, facing Justin's feet, and lower Peter's
freshly soaped and powdered bottom onto Justin's mouth. Justin licked
Peter's anus very gently and Peter yelped. Both sissies giggled. Justin
licked again, this time digging just a bit into the nectar that was Peter's
tight hole. Peter's eyes filled with tears. Justin grabbed Peter's hips and
dug a little more, touching the tender, inner flesh of Peter's most
intimate spot. Peter gasped, squealed and trembled hard, spurting his
sweet, sissy cream in huge ropes across Justin's soft, bare tummy.

Justin was so happy that Peter liked his loving attentions. He licked and
kissed and dug with his tongue until he had Peter whimpering and begging
for a fucking. Justin wasn't sure just how they would do that, but Peter
pulled his sopping anus off Justin's mouth, rotated his body, and straddled
Justin's hips. He kissed Justin desperately, unable to express the depths
of his love for him. Justin was in heaven.

Then Peter held Justin's flaming cock in his sissy-soft hand and placed the
wet tip at his anus. Whimpering, Peter eased his pretty bottom onto the
polehead of his lover, then slowly lowered himself onto the thick, wet,
object of his deflowering.

Peter gasped. Justin squeaked. It was too big! Peter was too tight. It
would never... Aaaaaahhhhhh. Gravity helped achieve their aims. Peter's
weight forced Justin's cockhead in and they both squealed with the
unexpected intensity of pleasure. Peter was taking a big cock into his
warm, secret place. Inch-by-inch. Justin could feel every centimeter enter
his adored one's bottom. Oh, goodness. It was all in.

Justin looked into Peter's mascaraed, shadowed, lined eyes. Peter looked at
Justin's. They began to giggle. "We did it," Peter said. "They said it
couldn't be done!"

"What do `they' know?" Justin asked. And he began a slow, in-and-out motion
as he kissed Peter's glossed lips.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Peter said. "You're rubbing my prostate! That's
so... Aaahhhhh!"

Peter shook and groaned. Then he fired thick globs of his boyish cream all
over Justin's cummy tummy once again. It was a good thing Justin was
wearing the flyaway nightie.

The excitement was getting to darling Justin as well. "I'm so happy you
like that, Peter," the little angel panted. "It feels very good to me
too. Kiss me, my Love."

They kissed sweetly and resumed their carnal rhythm. Oh, that was good.

Justin felt his tummy rumble and he knew he was close. He never thought
Peter would be ready again so soon, especially since Peter's cock had been
drooping since his last gut-wrencher. But Peter was making those noises and
movements he always made right before... Oh, Mama!

Justin's stomach clutched. His toes exploded. His hair caught on fire. His
heart rate rose to 500! And he blew hot, thick, creamy, sticky, gooey, wads
of sperm deep into Peter's body. He almost didn't notice that Peter was
having a similar, life-altering experience, though Peter's goo was limited
to a steady, watery trickle.

It was the best honeymoon anyone ever had. Certainly the cummiest.



Chapter Eight -- Relocated

After a week of unparalleled bliss, Justin and Peter were concerned about
going to live at McNally's Sissy Playgroup and Boarding House. They felt
better when the nannies told them that they had thoroughly checked out Ron
McNally and his wife Barbara and their establishment and knew that it would
be entirely to Justin and Peter's liking.

At that time, the main liking Justin and Peter had was for each other's
bottoms. Justin had amazed himself by taking Peter's huge salami with utter
ease (following some delicious oral preparation). Justin adored being
fucked, more so than fucking, and wanted lots of opportunities to explore
the delights Peter had to offer.

The nannies assured the boys that such matters would be freely attended to
in the loving environment of the McNally's home. The nannies also assured
the weeping sissies that they would visit them often and always care for
them and love them, a promise that they kept enthusiastically.

It was still with some apprehension that the lovely little sweethearts
sissied with their nannies to the front door of the McNallys' large
home. Peter's cock was stiff, but that always seemed to be the case when he
was near Justin. And he was always near Justin. Justin's was stiff too, and
the nipples on his fast-growing, milk-leaking titties were erect. The boys'
skirts were tented, but it couldn't be helped. Their long, delicious legs
almost caused several car crashes from male drivers passing the McNallys'
home.

Peter's nanny kissed each boy, then knocked.

The door opened and the sweetest, nicest middle-aged couple in the world
stood beaming at their new boarders. Ron McNally was in his mid-fifties, a
little gray and a little paunchy. He was tall and had a broad smile and a
loving manner. Barbara McNally was about her husband's age. She was an
attractive woman who could lose a few pounds, but that made her look more
motherly. She had a plaid jumper, a dishtowel and a look that said she
would make a great young grandmother.

Peter and Justin knew instantly that they would be happy with the
McNallys. Ron hugged Peter in welcome and didn't try to rub Peter's boobs
or cock or anything. It was a fatherly hug. Barbara gave Justin a motherly
hug, the first of poor Justin's life. It felt wonderful. Then they
exchanged huggers.

The nannies said a tearful goodbye, then Peter and Justin were brought into
the kitchen for cookies and milk.

Just like being a real kid, Justin thought. There had to be a
catch. Justin's mother would never be that kind to him to set him up with
people like the McNallys.

Ron sensed Justin's concern. "I've had several conversations with your
mothers, boys. Barbara and I have been raising sissies for 25 years and we
know the kind of person who sissifies a son and then abandons him with
us. Barbara and I lie to them about how harsh we'll be and how you won't be
happy. They adore it and sign our `standard contract' eagerly. In it, they
pay, upfront, enough to care for you in fine style until you're 18, 22 if
you go to college, which I'm sure you will. They essentially place us in
loco parentis, that is, we have all the power of being your parents. In
return for that, they don't have to be `bothered' by you and have the
pleasure of thinking that you're little sissy slaves. I even told your
mothers that I would be molesting you against your will whenever I felt
like it. I swear, I will never feel like it. Our relationship will not be
sexual. We'll make sure you have plenty of that from people you
 select."

Barbara smiled and said, "As your nannies discovered, we do quite the
opposite of what your mothers wanted. We treat you with respect and love
and tolerance. And if you want to go back to being boys, we can even do
that for you."

Justin and Peter looked at each other and the McNallys in real
horror. Neither wanted to be anything but who they had become -- sweet,
cocksucking little sissies.

Ron and Barbara smiled. "It's OK," Ron said. "No one has ever taken us up
on that offer, but we always make it. I'm sure you'll want to get your room
in order. We have a big room for you to share, with a single, king-size bed
for two loving people to enjoy. It has lots of closets, so we'll have to
take you shopping soon for lots of things to fill them up. Your mothers
left thousands for your clothing. They want men attracted to you to make
you even more miserable. Would nice, strong, handsome men ogling you make
you miserable?"

The sissies blushed and their cocks quivered noticeably in their skirts.

"I didn't think so," Ron said. "You'll be our only sweethearts in full-time
residence and we adore having you with us. There are four other sissies in
our playgroup. They all pretend to be boys during the school day, then come
here until around nine every day while their mothers are foreclosing
mortgages or something over power dinners. A few are here on the weekends
too. We have a slumber party for all our sissies every Saturday
night. Those are lots of fun."

"They sure are," Barbara added. "We play lots of games. If you ever have
boys or men you want to bring home for some sex, we have extra rooms for
privacy."

It sounded divine to Justin and Peter.

Ron said, "One more thing. School starts in a week and I'm enrolling you
both as freshmen."

Peter said, "But we've never been to school."

"I know, you poor dears," Barbara said. "It's time that and a lot of other
things changed."

"But Mrs. McNally," Justin whimpered. "People will tease us and make fun of
us. We don't even have girl's names."

"Call me Barbara. And I know you think that's true, but you will be loved
and popular. You don't need to hide behind a girl's name, but if you want
one, that's what we'll call you. You're not girls. You're sissies. The
prettiest we've ever had here. And better than any girl I ever saw. OK?"

Justin and Peter were thrilled. "OK," they said happily.

Ron said, "OK. Then get upstairs and give each other some relief. Sissies
can't go as long as you two have without it. I don't want you two getting
sick. I'm your father now and Barbara's your mother."

Justin and Peter hugged their new "mom" and "dad" and ran upstairs to
express their joy by racking off in each other's pretty bottoms. Twice.



Chapter Nine -- The Princes Pursue

Each day when his father came home, Brad Prince would interrogate his James
for news of Justine. Every day the answer was the same. "I'll tell you when
I have something solid."

After a week of this, James had something. Brad was weak with
excitement. "What, Dad. What?"

"I'm not entirely sure you'll like what I discovered, Brad. I think your
reaction will say a lot about you."

Why was Dad teasing him? "Tell me, Dad. Please."

"OK. First, there is no Justine."

Brad's face fell. In disbelief, he said, "I saw her, Dad. I have her
picture."

"I know, son. But that's a picture of Justin Harper. A 14-year-old boy who
suddenly became a sissy about three months ago."

Brad was confused. "A sissy? What's that?"

"A sissy is a feminized male. They're usually much more feminine than
females. And they almost always love boys and men, not girls. Justine is
Justin and she is a he. How do you feel about that?"

Brad's shocked face stayed frozen for several moments. The boy was in deep
thought. Then he said, "I don't care. I'm still in love with her or him or
whomever. How can I see Justin?"

James had never been more proud of his son. He told him so. Then he said,
"You're growing up very well, Brad. The trail went cold about ten days
ago. But I'll pick it up again. Don't you worry."

Brad thought, "A boy. A pretty boy. With a face and a body like that. And
those legs. I know those were real breasts too." Then he excused himself to
go attend to the needs that the image of the world's prettiest boy had
created for him.



Chapter Ten -- Playing

The two sissy angels had settled in very nicely at the McNallys'. Their
first afternoon there, Peter and Justin made intense screaming, cummy love
and when they came downstairs for dinner, all the McNallys said was, "We're
so happy you're comfortable in our home."

Gee.

Peter and Justin had dinner with Ron and Barbara -- fish sticks with
macaroni and cheese. Strawberry jello for dessert. Kids do the dishes.

This was like one of the TV shows they had seen. The ones in black and
white.

The conversation at dinner and after was warm, caring and friendly. Peter
and Justin were experiencing something almost none of us see. A functional
family.

At 9:30, they went upstairs to get dressed for bed (tiny nighties, wispy
panties and stiletto mules). Then they came downstairs and did something
they had never done in their lives. Peter sat on Ron's lap, thanked him for
being wonderful and Justin did the same for Barbara. There were loving hugs
and chaste kisses. No one touched their genitals, bottoms or breasts. It
was real parental love and its force almost knocked them over with joy.

The sweet, girlish boys lay in bed holding each other, amazed at their good
fortune. "Can things get any better for us?" Justin asked Peter?

Fortunately, the answer was yes.

The next day, Barbara took the delicious angels to a local mall and rang up
some major clothing purchases from the huge account their mothers had left
to be rid of them. Shoes, lingerie, dresses and skirts. No pantyhose, socks
or pants. Lots of panties and cosmetics and hair products.

The sweeties couldn't help but notice all the drooling, fawning men who
crossed their paths, then made sure they crossed it again and again. The
young sissies were feminine masterpieces and men's cocks were hot, stiff
and throbbing over five zip codes.

When they got back to their new home at 1:30, the femmy treasures were very
aroused from all the male attention. Barbara chuckled at their obvious need
for each other's loving attentions and sent them off. An hour later,
Barbara knocked softly at their door. "The other angels in your play group
will be here in 30 minutes. You may want to freshen up and get dressed."

Peter removed Justin's cock from his mouth and said, "Yes, ma'am. Thank
you."

They wanted to look their girlish bests when they met their new playmates,
so they beautified themselves in short order.

At three, they stepped out of their room and sissied downstairs. Looking
out the front window, Justin and Peter saw the first of four SUVs pull into
the McNally's driveway.

They watched attentively as a slim, shorthaired, 15-ish boy wearing khakis
and a maroon Polo emerged from the passenger side. Seconds later, three
other SUVs pulled up, discharging slim, normal-looking, boyish boys. The
boys greeted each other as boys do, high-fiving and kidding boyishly.

Justin and Peter looked at each other. Where were the members of their
sissy playgroup? Why were those boys showing up? Were they going to be
"playing" with boys?

Barbara opened the door and said, "Welcome, my sweet angels! Come greet
your beautiful new playmates."

The four boys entered the McNallys' home and they were transformed. Away
from prying eyes, they became girlish and giggly. When they saw the lovely
Justin and Peter, powdered and perfumed, with perfect make-up, long,
stockinged legs, sky-high heels, lacquered, manicured toe- and fingernails,
and, perhaps best of all, their own luscious titties sporting a deep
cleavage, the four part-time sissies beamed.

Barbara said, "Justin, Peter, meet Robert, Scott, Mark and Billy."

Justin and Peter batted their pretty eyes shyly.

Robert, the tallest, and at 16, the oldest, said, "They're beautiful,
Mrs. McNally."

Then Robert went to Justin and gave him a big hug. Robert asked, rather
indelicately, "Are those boobs real?"

Justin blushed. Barbara said, "You'll have plenty of time to examine them
and answer that from loving experience, Robert."

Everyone giggled and the part-time sissies hugged and welcomed their new
"sisters."

After a few minutes of this, Barbara said, "Why don't you all get femmed
up? Justin and Peter will think you're plain old boys if you just stand
around."

Scott, who had been the first to arrive said, "We're sissies and proud!"

Then they all scurried off to what Justin and Peter found out was called
the "sissification room."

Justin and Peter, with a reassuring Barbara, waited anxiously for about
thirty minutes, then the doors flung open and out stepped four delicious
sissy confections. Their faces were made to perfection, with their soft,
kissable lips prettily glossed. Their hair was still boyish, but the
addition of ribbons made them look exactly like what they were --
sissies. Each was wearing stockings and walked easily in high
stilettos. They wore bras (though they were unfortunately titless) and
panties, which were slipped on over their garter straps for "quick
release." Their penises were packed carefully into their challenged
panties.

Justin and Peter saw four perfect hybrids of boy and girl, with an edge to
the girlish side.

Scott and Billy hugged Justin, while Mark and Robert hugged
Peter. Giggling, the sissyboys helped Justin and Peter remove their skirts
and blouses. Barbara left the room to go and prepare dinner.

When Justin and Peter were down to their lingerie, Scott reached into
Justin's panties and pulled out his considerable cock. Scott gasped and
everyone tittered. "It's beautiful, just like you, Justin," Billy said.

A curious Mark extracted Peter's weapon from his gauzy teasers. The four
part-time sissies gasped to see Peter's huge, dark, mannish weapon. "That's
bigger than my English teacher's cock," Robert said.

Peter wondered how Robert knew that.

"Let me touch it," Robert said. Robert stroked Peter's cock and it got nice
and big. And stiff. And drippy.

Robert maneuvered Peter over to a chair and sat him down. He eased off
Peter's panties, then got to his knees and began to orally adore Peter's
cock. Mmmmm. It was delicious. Peter became very excited at the skillful
attentions. He was concerned that Justin would be jealous, but when he
looked for Justin, he saw him in a chair, with his panties at his pretty
ankles, being sucked lovingly by a kneeling Billy. When Peter looked back,
Mark had removed his cock from his panties and was stroking it near Peter's
face. Peter got the hint. He cupped Mark's balls, making him groan with
pleasure, then took Mark's lovely five inches into his sweet
mouth. Yummy. Looking at Justin again, he saw his Love ingesting Scott's
pretty cock and inserting two lacquered nails into Scott's tight bottom.

Peter thought, so this is what we do at playgroup. I could get used to
this.

Peter was really enjoying Robert's loving licks on his big mushroom. Robert
was blond and cute. It was odd to see a "girl" with short hair and no
boobs, but Robert's girlishness was stronger than his insignificant
limitations.

The four part-time-sissy playmates had refined their techniques quite
well. Peter hoped he was showing Mark a good time. From Mark's gasps, pants
and grunts, that was probably true, but just to be sure, he entered Mark's
anus with two slim, lovely fingers. Mark shuddered, gasped and began to
spurt delicious, sticky cream into Peter's wet mouth. The taste was
different from Justin's (like men's cocks, all cums are different), but
quite tasty. Mark must have really needed to cum, because he globbed up a
fierce load.

Peter began to feel his own crisis approach and it was going to be a
spermstorm. To make things worse, Mark had gotten on his knees next to
Robert and had removed Peter's bra. He was kissing Peter's titties very
nicely and then, noticing to his delight that Peter was giving sissy milk,
Mark began to nurse gently on Peter's right breast.

That did it. Peter shuddered, squealed, and blasted Robert's mouth and face
with his sissy cream. Robert lovingly milked Peter's fat balls through many
spurts as Mark sipped milk from his tender breast. Ohhhhhhh.

Peter was spent. He glanced over and was happy to see Justin enjoying a
blaster of a cum himself. Justin's face was covered with Scott's girlish
goo and Billy's face was covered with Justin's.

Was this how they would spend their afternoons and evenings from now on?
Excellent!!!



Chapter Eleven -- Someday Arrives

When Robert, Mark, Scott and Billy left, after draining the balls of Justin
and Peter several times, the two sweethearts began to feel some remorse.

As they waved goodbye to their new best friends, Justin looked at Peter. He
was ashamed that he had given his body so freely to other sissies. He still
loved Peter more than anyone. Peter felt the same way, but both fumbled for
words.

Ron and Barbara knew what was on the lovely boys' minds and they comforted
them.

"Listen, my angels," Barbara said, "Don't feel bad about what just
happened. What you just did was play. What you two have is love. There's a
big difference."

"That's right," Ron added. "Sissies should have one special sissy that they
love -- and at least one male. But sissies should never limit their sex to
those two people."

Justin and Peter looked at Ron and Barbara. Then at each other. "We
shouldn't?" Justin asked.

Ron smiled. "Of course not. Sissies need lots and lots of sex. There are
many people in this world who love sissies, men especially, and there are
very few sissies. Would you want to be selfish and deny the needy?"

Peter said, "I guess not."

"Peter," Barbara said, "Do you love Justin any less than you did this
morning?"

Peter thought about it, looked at Justin, and said, truthfully, "No. I love
him more."

Justin smiled and kissed Peter. Then Justin said, "I love you more too."

Ron said, "See? Sissies are different. Thank goodness. You'll meet and,
ahem, have fun with several men and boys. But only one will be special to
you. The rest will be play."

An image of Brad, the ice cream boy, flashed into Justin's mind. He sighed,
realizing that Brad was probably an impossible dream. Justin had shared his
dreams of Brad with Ron and Barbara. They told him that dreams do come true
sometimes.

"Now off to bed," Barbara said. "And sweet dreams. Tomorrow's the last day
of summer vacation, so sleep late if you want."

The sissies kissed Ron and Barbara good night and toddled off, arm in arm.

Snow White sang, "Someday my Prince will cum." Or was it "come?" Anyway,
"someday" arrived for Justin and Peter the next morning.

Peter and Justin awoke in each other's arms at around 9:30. Barbara was in
their room opening blinds.

"I brought you each a bagel and orange juice. Eat it here and clean and
primp yourselves really nicely. I have a BIG surprise for you at 11 a.m.!"

The sissies begged for a hint, but Barbara only laughed and told them to
get a move on.

The radiant pair came down the stairs at precisely 11. Peter was wearing a
tiny black dress that beautifully showed off his long, black-stockinged
legs, ending in five-inch, fuck-me pumps. Justin wore a frilly white dress
with white stockings and white, five-inch sandals. If Barbara had had a
cock, it would have been hard. They were incredibly sexy!

"What is it, Mrs. McNally? What's the surprise?" Peter asked.

"Please tell us," Justin said.

Before Barbara could tell them to be patient, the doorbell rang. "Answer
it, Justin," Barbara said.

Justin sissied warily to the door, opened it, and saw -- Brad!

Brad!

Brad!

It couldn't be. How did he...?

Brad looked at Justin and his heart leaped. "You're even more beautiful
than I remembered," Brad said.

Justin's mouth was hanging open.

Barbara smiled and said, "Please come in."

Brad entered the house. Justin moved toward him and threw his arms around
Brad. "Oh, Brad!" the sweet ladyboy said.

Barbara smiled. Peter was happy for his lover. A little jealous too,
perhaps. But happy. He saw that no one had closed the door, so he went over
to close it when, in walked Brad's father, James Prince.

James saw Peter. Peter saw James. Mamma mia! It was the thunderbolt!

James had indulged his son in his pursuit of a beautiful sissy. He even
worked very hard and applied all his investigative skills to find Justin
for Brad. And he was very diplomatic with the McNallys in seeking
permission to bring Brad to visit Justin. James didn't judge his son. He
didn't think Brad was gay, but if he was, James would still want Brad to be
happy.

James knew, however, that he was not gay. No way. Uh uh. And he could NEVER
feel the slightest interest in a sissy. Especially a young one. Like the
dream-come-true, once-in-a-lifetime,
can-that-really-be-what-I-think-it-is-tenting-those-skirts megababe whose
eyes had just locked with his.

Oh my. He was shuddering with lustful arousal.

Peter was obviously similarly affected.

Oh my.

James only vaguely noticed as Brad and Justin kissed sweetly.

Justin's heart was filled with love. Brad had never given up on
Justin. Brad Prince had done everything he could to find his princess.

Brad and Justin moved off arm-in-arm to the sissies' bedroom. They were
going to fuck all day, James thought vaguely as he fumbled for words with
Peter. He had come to meet Peter for a specific reason and falling in love
for life was not it. That seemed to be unavoidable, though.

Barbara watched the scene with quiet amusement. She had seen many men hit
by the sissy thunderbolt before. But in this case, the sissy seemed to be
equally affected.

James recovered enough to ask, "Are you Peter?"

"Yes," the aroused sissy replied.

"I'm James, Brad's father."

"Pleased to meet you. Very pleased."

Oh! "Uh, Mrs. McNally, I turned up some things in my investigation that I
need to ask Peter about. Is there somewhere we could talk in private? I
mean, if it's OK with you, Peter?"

Peter blushed and nodded. He wanted very much to be alone with this
gorgeous man who obviously wanted him so badly.

"Certainly, Mr. Prince. Peter, please show Mr. Prince the family room."

"Yes, ma'am," the dazed angel replied. Peter's large equipment was holding
the skirts of his pretty dress in an untailored position.

The angel wiggled his way to the family room, with a drooling James in tow.

Peter sat demurely. James took a seat across from him.

James had to tear his eyes away from Peter's legs and cleavage, but found
he was equally aroused just looking into Peter's gorgeous, long-lashed
eyes.

Trying to be professional, James took out his notebook and said, "Peter, I
found some things when I was looking for you that may be beneficial to you
and Justin, but they may do some harm to your mothers. Fair harm. Just and
deserved harm. But harm. Are you OK with that?"

Peter thought for a nanosecond or two, then said. "Oh, yes." Peter didn't
feel very much for the reptile who had laid his egg and then abandoned him.

James thought, Peter has spine. Excellent.

Then he asked. "What kind of hours did your mother keep at her medical
practice?"

Peter thought. "Pretty short. She seemed to leave the house around ten each
day and was usually home by three."

Hmmmm. Just as James thought. "Did she work weekends?"

"Never. Can I get you a soda or a cookie or something?"

"No thank you," James said. But Peter got up anyway and sort of sissied
around the room a bit. James couldn't miss Peter's obvious arousal, but
didn't know what to do about it.

Then he found out. Peter said, "Anything else I can answer? Like, would you
like to kiss me? Because the answer is yes?"

Oh, goodness. The next thing James knew, the delightful, feminine person of
his dreams was sitting on his lap, rubbing his perfect bottom against
James' stiffie. Peter's glossed lips were parted. His breasts were
heaving. He was in complete surrender to James's every carnal desire. And
James had a bunch of them.

James started things off very nicely by kissing Peter's full, lush lips and
holding his body of feminine and masculine delights firmly in his strong
arms. The she-boy's lips were heavenly to James. He drank in Peter's
perfume and felt his feminine submission.

Peter was overcome by the erotic force of a man's embrace. His body
tingled. He feared that he would embarrass himself by cumming in his pretty
panties. He wanted that man to take him. To command him and possess
him. And make his body a vessel for James' desires.

Oh. James was putting his tongue into Peter's mouth. Peter's poor cock was
in horrid distress. It was... Oh, no. James was reaching under his skirts
and feeling along the considerable length of Peter's hard penis. James was
reaching into Peter's panties and touching Peter's naked, burning cock!
Ohhhhhhhh.

James was on fire. The thought, "This is gay!! Stop!!" flashed into his
mind, but that thought was pummeled to death by his pleasure center. This
darling, feminine boy was giving himself to James, melting as they
kissed. He slipped his tongue into Peter's warm, moist mouth. It was the
most erotic moment of James' life.

James had to touch Peter's pretty penis. He had to.

He lifted Peter's skirts and gasped when he measured the length of Peter's
cock with his strong fingers. Peter was also gasping in erotic shock. James
reached under the waistband of Peter's filmy panties and eased them up and
over Peter's erect treasure. The boy was hung! James touched the red,
throbbing jewel. It was slick with preliminary drools. Peter twitched and
gasped when James touched his naked cock with his manly hand.

James reached up to tease the foreskin, rubbing the leaking goo over James'
peehole with his thumb. Peter squealed loudly, moaned and, trembling,
released his first hot, sticky load in tribute to a man's loving
attentions.

James stroked the beautiful lad lovingly as hot cum drenched his hand and
Peter's garterbelt and tummy. He kissed the young lovely's alabaster
neck. The sweet nymph cried out as each spurt of sissy cream left his femmy
body.

James was in love forever.

Peter was in a new, unexplored land of ecstasy. A land of shared delights
between sissies and their men. A land of intense, loving pleasures. And
they had only each touched a toe on the shores.

They both wanted to get in their land rovers and explore every corner of
that new land.

Peter's eyes were moist with love as he looked at James. He got off James'
lap, unzipped his pretty dress and removed it. The sight of a Peter wearing
only his bra, garterbelt, stockings and fuck-me pumps was enough to raise a
dead man's cock. But James was only able to view it briefly. Peter sank to
his knees and very firmly grabbed James' trousers and boxers and pulled
them down to his ankles. He lifted James' shirt to reveal a very manly
cock, roughly the size of Peter's, but who's measuring? It was very hairy,
as were James' belly, thighs and pubic region.

Peter adored the sight of James' stiff, leaking rammer. It was weeping for
him, Peter thought. Maybe if Peter kissed it, it would stop crying. Oh,
no. That seemed to make it worse. Now it was twitching as well as
leaking. What seemed to be the problem? That big, brown fold of skin was
covering things. Peter pulled it back to reveal a big, pink knob. It was
very sensitive. James was moaning each time Peter licked its tender flesh.

Peter took the whole, pink knob into his sweet mouth and began to suck it
as he licked with a circular motion. Mmmmm. That pre-goo tasted differently
than Justin's, but it was very nice. James was moaning a lot more. Peter
figured he was doing the right thing. Then Peter remembered how much Justin
liked a delicate, exploring finger or two inside him as Peter licked
Justin's doodle. He concluded that James would like that too, so he
insinuated his fingers into James' secret place.

As it turned out, that was the first time anyone, except a doctor, had
entered James "back there." James was stunned by how much he enjoyed
it. And how well it complemented Peter's frontal assault on every nerve in
his body. James arched his back in intense pleasure. His balls boiled. And
his seed began to evacuate his body. And enter Peter's very willing throat.

Peter was in heaven as he greedily swallowed James' ocean of cum. A man was
using him for his disgusting needs. Mmmmmm.

James' eyes rolled back in his head. The sky turned dark. Kingdoms rose and
fell. James pumped himself bone dry, doubling over with the severe pleasure
of it all.

The little sweetheart was on his knees grinning at James. His cheeks were
streaked with cum. James reached down and gently lifted the new love of his
life onto his naked lap. Ignoring the cummy mess, he joined their faces in
an extended, soulful kiss.

Could James be hard again? It wasn't possible. But he had half a stiffie.

"Please fuck me now," Peter said.

Ohhhhhh. James was consumed by lust.

James carried Peter to a table on the other side of the room. He put Peter
face down on the table and got to his knees. Mad with lust, James put his
thumbs on either side of Peter's anus and held the fleshy globes
apart. Then he plunged his face between Peter's bottom cheeks and fucked
Peter with his stiff, wet tongue.

Peter screamed!

James was worried that the police would be breaking down the door, but
Peter grunted, "It's all right. That happens all the time here. Please
don't stop!"

James resumed his anal pleasuring. Peter resumed his helpless
squealing. James ate Peter for 28 minutes and made him cum violently
twice. Peter was whimpering and begging to be fucked. "I deserve a hard
buttfucking. Please!!!!"

James was fully hard and had never been randier. He stood and, holding
Peter's body firmly pressed against the table, pushed the head of his
considerable cock into Peter's delicious buttocks. Peter was helpless and
defenseless. The huge, hairy man had complete control of him. He screamed
again, this time with the joy of surrender.

James' cock was in its tightest, happiest home. Every penile nerve ending
was experiencing joyous friction. His cock was scraping Peter's prostate on
every thrust and Peter was whimpering with pleasure each time it did. Peter
was going to cum again, there was no doubt. He was panting and gasping with
happiness as James built to his own cummy conclusion. Suddenly, Peter
twitched, yelped, and came again. This time the sperm count was low, but
the intensity was off the Richter Scale.

James felt his feminine companion cumming and that set him off. He flooded
Peter's intimate place with six globs of his sticky cream. Peter cooed with
love and contentment as he felt his bottom doused with its favorite
ointment.

James had another, oh-no-am-I-gay-now moment, which passed so quickly that
when he rolled Peter onto his back for some face-to-face kissing, he was
seized by an urge to do something he had never imagined he would do. At
that moment, Peter's cock and balls looked like a banana split, and James
had developed the world's worst sweet tooth.

James got on top of Peter and kissed him lovingly for a good ten
minutes. Then James returned to his knees and surprised Peter by sucking
each of Peter's lovely nuts.

That made Peter sit up, then stand up. He patted James' head and could
barely stay on his huge heels as James laid an excellent cocksucking on
Peter. It wasn't skilled, but it was loving. And enthusiastic.

James couldn't believe what he was doing. He and Peter had been barely
introduced and he was sucking the boy's cock. The pretty boy held up his
little sissy fists and squealed with pleasure. James watched Peter's lovely
titties jiggle and made a mental note to attend to them after Peter gave up
his sticky cream.

That didn't take long. Peter pulled some goo from his strategic cum
reserves or something and he was soon squealing joyously, pumping sissy
cream into James' formerly virgin mouth. Goodness, James enjoyed that. He
loved making that beautiful doll happy. Whatever it took.

James staggered over to the easy chair and a completely-in-love Peter sat
in his naked lap. Peter pulled James' shirt over his head and James was
naked. A very nice sight indeed.

James remembered the mental note and unhooked Peter's bra. Out flopped two
excellent examples of titty flesh. James was about to make a meal of them
when he noticed -- moisture. Could it be? He looked at Peter, who nodded.

"Take small sips, please, Darling," Peter said.

This young sissy was a garden of incredible delights, James thought. James
kissed Peter's right nipple. Peter moaned. James licked the slight
lactation. Peter arched his back slightly and reached for James'
foreskin. James was limp, but Peter's loving touch was electric.

James began to nurse at Peter's breast, slowly, gently and lovingly. Peter
cooed in feminine delight. Peter's gentle touch had stiffened James' cock
once again.

James persisted in his nursing, switching to Peter's lovely left
breast. Peter gasped as he felt two of James' fingers enter his cummy
bottom. Mmmmm.

Peter continued to tickle and tease James' manhood as James fingerfucked
him and drained his breast milk. That time, their cums were simultaneous
and gentle. More of an ooze than an explosion. And the pleasure built and
persisted for several excruciating minutes.

Both were spent when Peter crawled into James' arms and cuddling, kissed
him softly and gratefully.

Meanwhile, Brad and Justin were getting acquainted.

The masculine boy and the feminine boy were both hungry for each other. But
when they entered Justin's bedroom and closed the door, each was a bit shy
at first.

Confronting your dream and heart's desire standing inches away is a
daunting task.

They started by talking. "How did you ever find me?" Justin asked. "And how
did you know that I dreamed of seeing you again too?"

That chipped at the ice a bit.

Brad smiled. "I think I fell in love with you the moment you first smiled
at me in the park. Someone took a picture of us. My Dad is a private
investigator and I gave him no peace until he found you."

Justin smiled again and Brad's heart melted once more.

Then Justin was very worried. "But did your Dad find out everything about
me?" Justin was trembling.

This time, Brad smiled. "I know that you're sort of a boy. Why should that
matter if we love each other?"

"Oh, Brad," Justin said. He leaned into Brad and put his head on Brad's
shoulder, inviting a hug.

Brad gratefully accepted. Justin's perfume and natural smells were
intoxicating. And Brad could feel what appeared to be a very nice set of
breasts pressing into his chest. Wow! He hadn't even considered that. Wait
until he told Dad! He wondered for a fleeting moment how Dad was doing in
his questioning of that other kid. Peter, was it? No matter.

Brad looked down at Justin's lovely face. Shyly, Justin looked up. Brad
tingled with love. Their lips met. The music came up. Sensual nirvana. The
most wonderful feeling either had ever had was that first kiss!

Brad clutched Justin's tender, girlish body to his firm chest. Their souls
joined. The warmth of love passed between them.

Brad could feel Justin's erect, girlish excitement rubbing against his
excited boy's lovetool. Oh. Brad really wanted Justin. Really!

Justin was all in white. Like a perfect virgin. And Justin was giving his
delicious body and all its intense, carnal pleasures to Brad.

Brad felt like a groom. Justin felt like a bride. But he was a lot prettier
than most brides.

Brad picked Justin up in his strong, 16-year-old arms, kissing the lovely
she-boy within an inch of the sweet beauty's life.

He carried Justin to the bed and laid the little angel down. Brad looked at
the sissy of his dreams. Justin was so cute. Brad took Justin's pretty
high-heeled sandals off and held his darling's pretty feet. He loved
looking at Justin's sweet red toenails through the silky white stockings.

On an impulse, Brad raised Justin's pretty feet to his lips and kissed
them. Then he sucked the little toe of Justin's right foot through his
stocking. The 14-year-old sweetheart squealed with sissy delight. Justin
was so excited that his prick was in some distress. When Brad teasingly
kissed and sucked some of the pretty digits on Justin's left foot, Justin
arched his back, moaned and filled his pretty panties with thick jets of
cum.

Brad was very happy. All he did was tease his new Love a bit and the sweet
sissy blew sperm all over. Justin was not only beautiful and feminine. He
was red hot!

"Let's get those cummy panties off you, Sweetie," the gallant Brad said.

Justin whimpered with lust as Brad lifted the angel's skirts and eased his
drenched panties down his soft, creamy thighs.

Brad gazed at Justin's cock in awe. It was large, but pink and feminine. It
was drooling cum and Justin's pubic hair was matted with fresh sperm. It
was lying sort off to the right side and a bit limp, but when Brad leaned
over and kissed the tip, it twitched and regrew its full strength.

Brad decided it was time to get serious. He stripped to a very nice buff as
Justin stripped to his bra, stockings and garterbelt. Justin's pink sissy
stick had such cute companions hanging beneath it.

Brad joined Justin on the bed and gently pulled the sissy's soft body
toward him. They kissed and Brad feasted on Justin's scrumptious
tongue. Brad felt Justin's perky nipples and he began to kiss the top of
Justin's breasts. Reaching behind to unhook Justin's bra, Brad gasped at
the beauty of the sissy's pretty boobs, with their large, brown
nipples. Brad wanted to shower them with soft kisses, then devour them.

Then he saw that they were dripping!

What?

This was beyond every guy's wet dream. This gorgeous, feminine treasure had
a cock AND lactating titties? Ohhhhh.

Where would Brad start on this feast?

Justin lay on his back, held his little fists up by his head and
surrendered to Brad completely.

It was time for Brad to rely on instinct. He wanted to suck Justin's toes,
lick Justin's cock, tongue-bathe Justin's balls, nurse on Justin's
mammaries, fuck Justin's perfect bottom, but most of all, it turned out,
much to Brad's surprise, he wanted to eat out Justin's luscious pooper.

He was almost ashamed to ask, but when he did, Justin squealed happily,
straddled Brad's shoulders facing Brad's feet and carefully lowered his
sweet treasure over Brad's hungry mouth.

That position left Justin with access to something he had been dreaming
about since they day they met. Brad's cock.

Justin actually screamed when Brad made a tentative lick on Justin's tight
anus. Brad took that as encouragement and he dug his tongue in
deeply. Justin convulsed and whimpered. He really liked that. Then Justin
bent at the waist, leaned forward and swallowed Brad's cock with almost one
steady gulp.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.

Brad LOVED the feel of Justin's girlish mouth and tongue on his cock. He
stopped for a few moments to savor the sensations, then he resumed his anal
adoration.

Brad and Justin were driving each other insane with lustful
pleasure. Justin succumbed first. The intimacy and intensity of having his
ass licked by his dream lover made his balls boil over. Gasping and
panting, Justin stopped sucking Brad briefly. Justin squealed and hurled
ropes of sperm across Brad's flat stomach. Brad kept up his carnal meal and
Justin resumed his. Justin could sense that Brad was very close to giving
Justin the "girl's big reward for a job well done."

Justin wasn't a girl. But here on his sissy bed that he shared with another
pretty sissy, suckng a handsome, dreamy boy's cock, he wanted to be a
girl. A girl named Justine.

He would ask Brad to call him that, but for the moment, he had to make sure
that he gobbled up all of Brad's cummies. Justin was making sure that there
were a lot of them, because he was licking Brad's big rammer extra nicely
and he was squeezing Brad's big ball sack just the way Peter liked his
squeezed.

Brad was making nice little grunts, so Justin must have been doing a really
good job of fellation. Meanwhile, that pooper-licking certainly felt good
to the pretty boy. It was so DIRTY! Was Justin going to cum again? Yes he
was.

Justin was helpless to hold off his ejaculation. He girlfully continued
licking his man's cockhead, but felt his goo simmering, then boiling, then
gushing out in fierce blasts of sticky sperm. Justin loved being a sissy!

Brad was delighted that Justin was cumming again and just as happy that his
crisis was on an unstoppable path as well. He felt a major, nuclear cum on
the way. His toes tingled. His hair stood on end. Justin ran his tongue tip
deeply into Brad's peehole as he milked Brad's balls and Brad blew his hot,
sticky load. Nothing in Brad's life had felt one-tenth that good. He
stopped eating Justin's pootie and savored every nuance.

Justin licked and swallowed Brad's big, cummy load happily. A lot of it got
on his face, but Brad said that made Justin more beautiful. They kissed and
cuddled and Justin told Brad how happy he was.

Then he asked if Brad would call him Justine and refer to him as a girl.

Brad smiled, kissed Justine's cummy face and said, "Of course,
Sweetheart. You are a girl. My girl."

Justine beamed. She never wanted to be called a boy again. She wondered how
Peter would feel about that, but that was a worry for later.

The next agenda item was bound to be a good boy-girl fucking, and Justine
wanted a clear mind for that.

She wiggled and cuddled against Brad, blushed and said, "Brad, Honey. My
pussy is so wet right now. This would be a good time to, well, you know."

Brad knew. And his cock knew. A 16-year-old's cock is a miracle of
nature. Brad was rampant and ready again.

Brad said, "Girls get fucked on their backs. Would you like that?"

Justine looked down shyly. Then she got on her back and held up her
stockinged legs, exposing her tight, sopping hole for the pleasure of her
man.

Brad was once again crazy with lust. He covered her body with his, kissing
her and rubbing his chest against her tender, leaking nipples. When she was
begging him to make her a woman, he put the wet tip of his redheaded best
friend at her soaked anus.

Brad leaned over and kissed his sweet lover. Then he entered her. Justine
gasped, then squealed with joy and sissy release. She was being fucked by a
wonderful, hetero boy who saw her as a girl. The intimacy alone was enough
to make her mad with pleasure. But the feeling of this wonderful boy on top
of her, controlling her, commanding her. That was the greatest aphrodisiac
of all.

Brad felt like the luckiest boy on earth. His girl was beautiful, dressed
like a REAL girl, fucked like a bunny and sucked cock like a Hoover. And
she was sweet and intelligent and was crazy about him. And she had great
titties, with milk for goodness sakes. That cock and balls issue was
actually a plus as far as he was concerned.

Justine's calves were on Brad's shoulders, giving him full access to the
depths of her bowels. Brad was plunging deeply with each hard, hot
stroke. He was wincing with the intensity of the stimulation. To think that
the gorgeous, feminine Justine was taking his cock completely and deeply
into her body with each stroke! She was an angel from heaven's high rent
district.

Justine squeezed Brad's cock with her ass muscles. She wanted to make it as
good for him as possible. Should she explore his bottom with her pretty
fingers? Why not? He could always tell her to stop if he didn't like it.

Oh my. He really seemed to like that. He grunted extra loud when Justine
entered his tushie. What if she just reached in a little and clipped his
prostate? Brad yelped! Then pushed down for more. It seemed it was both
their lucky days.

Brad loved what Justine was doing in his bottom. To make things even better
for her, he tickled her sweet clitty. He pulled the skin up and down in
rhythm with his long, wet strokes in her perfect, pink bottom. Justine
squealed. Could she be ready to cum again? She was a randy little piece of
tail wasn't she?

Brad increased his delicious anal friction as Justine tickled his prostate
with her pretty fingers. Brad panted with exertion and groaned with
pleasure as he entered the suburbs around his orgasm, then went
downtown. "Oh, Justine! I love you!" the smitten boy grunted as he pumped
strand after strand of boy's cream into the little goddess of pleasure's
anal pussy.

Justine screamed as her own cum ripped her guts. She heaved her pretty
breasts and dug her talons into her man's back, leaving Brad ten deep
souvenirs of their first date.

Meanwhile, in another part of the McNally's home, Peter was lying under a
heaving, pumping James, who was fucking the sissyboy for the third time
already. James was quite fit for 39, but the sissy had enflamed him to the
greatest lust he had known.

Shuddering with orgasmic release, James gave his new love yet another hot
load in his squishy bottom. Peter savored every millisecond.

Lying side-by-side, kissing sweetly, Peter spoke first. "Mr. Prince, could
I ask you two favors?"

James said, "Unless it's steal the Hope Diamond and kill someone, I'll do
it. And please, call me James. I think the ice is broken between us."

Peter giggled. "OK, James. Could you call me by a girl name and think of me
as a girl? I don't want to ever be called `Peter' or be called `he' again."
Peter was the name his evil mother had given him.

James smiled and kissed her. "Of course, my Love. What would you like to be
called?"

The former Peter thought. "Is Amber OK?"

James held Amber in his manly arms. "That's a beautiful name, for an
exquisite girl. I think I love you, Amber."

Amber began to cry. She was very happy. "I think I love you too, James. But
let me tell you about my responsibilities as a sissy."

James listened. Half of Amber was ten times better than all of anyone else
he knew. He held her and kissed her. Then he remembered. "What was the
other favor you wanted?"

Amber blushed. "Would you take my stockings off and lick and suck my toes
until I cum? It really excites me."

That was the kind of favor James hoped Amber would always ask for.

James obliged for the better part of two hours until Amber's toes were
drenched in saliva and her balls drained of sissy cream.

Needless to say, neither Justine nor Amber made it to sissy playgroup that
afternoon.


Chapter Twelve -- Back to School for the First Time

Brad and James left reluctantly at nine p.m. because the next day would be
the first time either Justine or Amber had ever been in school.

There were lots of farewell, tonguey kisses and promises under the
approving eyes of the McNallys. By sissy standards, James was not too old
for Amber. In fact, Ron and Barbara fully expected Justine to eventually
take an older lover and Amber to take one her age. In addition to James and
Brad, not in place of.

Young sissies have a lot of sexual stamina and scads of sperm. It's not the
same biological imperative as men and women. Men have millions of sperm
that they can produce well into their seventies. Women have a limited
number of eggs and stop producing decades earlier than men. Therefore, men
are promiscuous, women are choosy. Sissies act more like men in their
sexual urges. In other words, if it moves, it's a potential sex partner.

Justine and Amber exchanged lots of delicious details as they showered off
legions of sperm from each other's nubile, femmy bodies.

The girls hugged each other and squealed when they exchanged their new,
femmy names. Life was good.

The only thing that could ruin it, both angels thought, but didn't
verbalize, would be if their mothers were to do their worst again. But they
wouldn't, would they?

And what were those odd questions James had asked Amber about her mother's
work habits? Hmmmmm.

The two angelic treasures hugged and kissed goodnight, dreaming of a
beautiful, feminine, love-filled future.

The next morning they got up early and dressed in the clothes Mrs. McNally
laid out for them for school. Tiny minis. Silky stockings. Big
stilettos. Wow!

"Mrs. McNally, is this the way most girls dress for school?" sweet Amber
asked.

"No, Honey. Most girls dress as if they expect to ride home on a garbage
truck. You two are special and you're going to look special. You're going
to be the two prettiest freshman girls at Henny Youngman High School.

Justine and Amber were pretty sure that they didn't want to call any
attention to themselves, but Mrs. McNally knew best, they thought.

"Oh, and girls," Barbara added, "If you see Robert, Mark, Scott or Billy,
don't act as if you know them. They're in the closet and would die if
someone found out they were sissies. Stupid though that may sound. Maybe
seeing the two of you will give them some balls. I hope so."

Amber and Justine didn't know what being in the closet meant, but it sure
sounded stuffy.

Justine and Amber didn't really know how to go to school, but they watched
the other kids at freshman orientation and figured things out. They noticed
that the girls seemed to avoid them, as if they didn't want to look bad in
comparison. They also noticed that the freshman boys acted as if Justine
and Amber were princesses. Compared to their dumpster-diving competition,
they were.

Amber and Justine had to wear something called "SmoothPanties" that
Mrs. McNally said they would need for school. The special panties tucked
their large willies back so that the prettiest girls in school weren't
sporting stiffies all day.

Without the SmoothPanties, the girls would have been hard and obvious for
sure. There were tons of cute boys to dream about, and three classes of
upperclassmen wouldn't even be in school until the following day. Oh my. It
was a feast.

Amber and Justine were so stimulated that they had to run into the girl's
room three times during the day, pull their panties down, lift their skirts
and suck each other's clitties to big cums. It was a good thing
Mrs. McNally advised them to bring fresh make-up and lots of handiwipes to
clean off the cum. She was the greatest!

Already the girls had picked out some cute guys they liked. Amber liked
Richard, a cute, blond fellow frosh who almost fainted the first time he
looked Amber in the eye. Justine had her eye on Mr. Royce, the assistant
principal, who was responsible for school discipline. Mr. Royce gave most
of the orientation and most of the kids seemed to be afraid of him. Justine
thought she might like to be naughty and see what would happen if she were
called to his office for a bare-bottom spanking. Do they still do those?

It was as the McNallys predicted. Justine wanted an older lover to
complement Brad. Amber wanted a younger one to complement James.

That day, the girls were still very stimulated when the playgroup sissies
arrived. Justine wished they were boys so she could get on her back and
lift her legs for a good fucking from each of them. But it was still nice
to have sissy friends to share your feelings with.

When Robert, Billy, Scott and Mark had sissied up, everyone wanted to hear
about their serious love-a-thon with the Princes, father and son. Everyone
got so randy that they formed three 69s and calmed each other down twice
each. Let's see, that's three sixty-nines, or 207, and two cums
each. That'll be 414, thank you.

The four part-time sissies loved Justine and Amber's femme names, but
declined to take their own. "Too confusing," Billy said. "Especially when
you're in the closet."

Amber and Justine hoped they found their way out of that old closet soon.

When Justine told the group that she was hot for Mr. Royce, the part-timers
howled with good-natured laughter.

"He's a good-looking man, Justine, but mean as a snake. If anyone can tame
him by sucking his cock, I imagine you can."

Justine took that as a compliment. She was familiar with people mean as
reptiles. Mr. Royce wasn't even the same species as her mother.

When Justine told everyone about the fantasy to be spanked in his office,
no one laughed.

Mark shuddered with lust and said, "Completely, helplessly exposed. Then
ten bare-bottom strokes from a firm, strong hand. Followed by some hot, wet
make-up sex. Wow!"

Amber looked around the room and saw that all six sissies, including
herself, were rock hard. Something to think about.

Of course they did other things than think for the rest of that afternoon
and early evening.



Chapter Thirteen -- Settling In

Life at the McNallys had a pattern, but that didn't mean it was dull. The
McNallys took the parental role to heart. Since school was back in,
homework and studying had to be done and done well. Meals were regular and
nourishing, with what a lot of people would call comfort food. Fried
chicken. Pot roast. Tuna salad on the days Mrs. McNally went to the beauty
parlor. Lots of sex, but lots of care to ensure that everything was safe
and all the participants were nice people.

An ideal environment. Justine and Amber hoped the evil mothers never found
out how happy they were. Goodness knows what those witches would do.

The next day, in school, Justine and Amber enjoyed the adoration of at
least three hundred boys. The girls giggled trying to imagine how long it
would take to make them all happy. Especially with all the McNally-imposed
structure they had in their day.

At least five months would do it. Then they would have to start all over
again.

Justine may have been imagining it, but she thought that Mr. Royce crossed
paths with her a few more times that day than one would consider
normal. Hmmmmm. When she met Amber in the second floor girl's room for some
sorely needed relief, Amber told her that she had invited Richard over to
do "homework" that afternoon.

Things were truly going well. The next day, a Friday, the Princes were
coming to the McNally's for dinner and a "sleepover." On Saturday, the
girls would take part in their first sissy sleepover at the McNallys, an
event Ron, Barbara and the playgroup told them they were sure to enjoy.

So much to do.

Amber and Richard actually did their homework together that Thursday
afternoon, which was extraordinary considering that Richard was almost
hyperventilating the entire time he was with Amber. He was so sweet. She
kissed Richard a lot, gave him a ballbuster of a blowjob, kissed him some
more, and sent him home happy.

While Amber was swirling her tongue around Richard's cockhead, Justine and
the playgroup were playing off a theme from the previous day.

A femmed-up, dommy Scott was chastising Justine for poor attendance at
playgroup. He pointed out that this was only the third playgroup that
Justine had attended in the past year. Everyone knew that was because she
had only been around for less than a week, but this was play.

"Get over here young lady!"

A bemused, but just-a-little-bit-scared Justine complied. Like her four
sissy playmates, she was wearing only panties, a black garterbelt with
black, silky stockings, and black, five-inch, stiletto pumps. Justine was
proud of her titties, long hair, pierced ears and manicured nails, because
the other "girls" didn't have them. Was Scott acting out of envy? Envy can
produce a sore bottom.

"Across my lap, on your stomach, young lady. Your head to my left. Now!"

This playgroup played rough.

Justine complied. She felt very exposed and vulnerable. And her prick,
tucked between Scott's smooth, warm, stockinged thighs, was very aroused.

Justine peeked at the others. They all had stern visages, but their penises
were erect and throbbing.

Scott parted Justine's bottom cheeks, exposing her anus to her
playmates. That was humiliating! And her cock twitched as it rubbed harder
between Scott's thighs.

"You think you're better than us because you're full time and have titties
and are incredibly sexy and beautiful," Scott accused.

Justine looked at Scott and said, "Well, yeah."

All five of them started to giggle.

Then Scott pretended to be serious again. "Have you had a cock in this
pretty hole of yours?" he said, tickling her anus with his middle finger.

"Oh, yes, Scott. And it was wonderful."

"Such a little tramp you are! And did someone put his finger in there, like
this, and swirl it around and around and in and out?"

"Unnnnhhhh." <Gasp> <Pant>

Justine adored the rude finger in her bottom. She was rubbing her tender,
pink parts between Scott's thighs as he finger-fucked her. Then, just as
she was about to enter a delicious sequence that would lead to an orgasm,
Scott pulled out his finger, raised his hand, and brought it down sharply
on Justine's plump bottom."

Pleasure made a quantum leap to pain and Justine gave a startled yelp.

Smack! Scott swatted her again. It was definitely painful, but not
excruciating. Justine saw that Billy had dropped to his knees and was
licking Mark's enflamed cockhead. At least everyone else seemed to be
enjoying this, she thought, as the third smackeroo landed on a plump,
delicious cheek.

She could feel Scott's cock frantically rubbing against her left hip as he
smacked her bottom for the fourth time. Robert had moved to stand at
Scott's right and was fucking Scott's mouth with his stiff sissy
stick. Everyone was very excited by her "romantic discipline."

Much to Justine's delight, so was she. The orgasm she had felt building
moments ago had returned in far greater intensity. The exposure. The
humiliation. The submission. The rubbing of her cock between Scott's
exquisite thighs as he smacked her for the fifth time. Scott's hand hit
Justine's bottom and it appeared that the slap just PUSHED all the cum in
one huge spurt from her balls, out of her cock and all over Scott's lap,
Justine's midsection and the floor.

Justine screamed with the release of a six-spurt cum condensed to one
massive spermletting! And then she screamed again in joy!

Scott stopped smacking Justine's chastised bottom and gobbled several large
globs of a very excited Robert's sissy cream. It was dribbling down his
cheeks and chin when he helped Justine up, sat her on one knee and Robert
on the other. He took turns kissing them, as each employed a soft hand to
bring Scott to a wincing cumstorm.

Then Scott asked, "Who's next?"

Billy, who had just swallowed Mark's big load, but had not yet cum himself,
happily volunteered for some firm discipline.

And so the playgroup for that day went.



Chapter Fourteen -- The Princely Return

The next day, the girls were very excited about the weekend and their
scheduled dates that night with Brad and James. But they liked school
too. They felt sad about missing elementary and junior high experiences,
but found high school very exciting.

It seemed that three-quarters of the males in the school, including the
teachers, were flirting with the sissy angels. It seemed silly that they
had once worried that people would scorn them for being princesses packing
panty pork. Boys adored them!

It also turned out that more than one pretty girl wanted to sample the
pleasures of a liaison with the two lovelies. But Justine and Amber didn't
think they were ready for that just yet.



There was no playgroup scheduled for that Friday because Scott, Robert,
Billy and Mark had dates! Seeing how Justine and Amber had succeeded, the
four sissies confessed their little secret to boys they had lusted after
for years. Each one enthusiastically accepted them and begged for a
relationship. Oh my. Was it a trend?

Justine and Amber were so excited about a renewal of their favorite
exercise, fucking men and boys, that when they returned home, they kissed
Mrs. McNally, ate their Oreos and milk and ran upstairs for a bit of oral
and anal relief before their dates.

The girls and the McNallys ate an early dinner (pork chops, mashed
potatoes, pork `n beans). Then they helped do the dishes and, giggling, ran
upstairs to make themselves irresistible.

When Brad and James arrived at 7:30, they were a tiny bit embarrassed to be
showing up with obvious erections and carnal intent, but the McNallys
didn't delay them with small talk. They told them which room each girl was
in and said they could have a big breakfast at nine if they wished.

The father and son climbed the stairs. Brad entered the first room on the
right. James, the second room on the left.

James' eyes bulged when he saw Amber.

She was on her bed, sitting against three pillows on the headboard. Her
hair was brown, long and lush. Her eyelashes were too. She had made up her
eyes for the delights of the bedroom. Her lips were a deep pink and glossed
to perfection. Amber was wearing a tiny, barely-there, pink nightie with
spaghetti straps. Her cleavage was evident and her nipples were barely
covered. Her nightie also hardly covered her tummy and there, lying across
her belly button, was Amber's huge, nasty, thick, veined and
foreskin-capped cock. It was no clitty or prickie or cocklet. That big
salami was a cock. And the huge hairy balls completed the ensemble. The
rest of Amber was deliciously feminine. Including her smooth, long, shaved
legs and her delicate feet, with their wiggling, lacquered toes, pointed
and begging for a sucking.

How had James ever gotten so lucky?

James stripped to his birthday suit and mounted his lover immediately. He
covered her body with his and kissed her senseless.

Amber was moaning with love and contentment.

Compelled by urges he didn't understand, James got on his back and asked
Amber to feed him. She understood immediately and kneeling, straddled his
shoulders, presenting her huge weapon for his oral attentions.

Goodness, he wanted to suck that feminine monster and swallow her sissy
cream. He didn't know why, but he knew what he wanted.

Amber eased the knob into James' desperate mouth. He gasped with
pleasure. Then he used his lips and tongue to completely unhood the
feminine masterpiece. It was a lovely unwrapping, and exposed millions of
nerve endings to James' loving mouth. James withdrew her cock from his
mouth and, kissing the exposed pink bits, praised Amber's beauty. He
stirred her huge ball sack as he caressed her cock and her ego.

Then he entered her tight sissypussy with first one, then two inquiring
fingers. She gasped, then squealed softly as James continued to lick her
cock. Finding a long, blue vein. Licking along its length. Kissing each
ball, then bathing it with plentiful saliva. Finding Amber's prostate with
his roving fingers and rubbing it in a way that made her scream with
pleasure.

Fearing that she was close to a creamy climax, James took Amber's huge
mushroom back into his warm, sucking mouth. Her girlish excitement was
building. She was whimpering as each finger brushed her prostate. Amber was
in heaven.

Her squeals intensified and then, BAM. Amber screamed bloody murder and
pumped dollop after dollop of Grade A sissy cream into James' hungry mouth.

James felt he was receiving the nourishment he had been wanting but missing
all his life. Amber felt she had found a wonderful, caring lover.

After some delicious kissing, with Amber lying on top of James, James asked
her to remove her nightie.

"I want to worship your breasts, Sweetheart," the smitten man said.

Amber slowly, teasingly removed her nightie and lay naked against the big
man who was her lover. He laid her on her back and nursed at first her
right breast, then her left as she stroked his hair and told him how much
she loved him. After a bit, a kneeling James straddled Amber's torso and
placed his cock between her well-kissed and licked titties.

Amber cupped her breasts around James's cock, making the crevice into a
warm, comfortable pussy for her man. The friction as he moved back and
forth was delightful, both for James and Amber. To enhance the experience,
Amber gave James' cock a sweet lick every time it emerged from the Valley
of the Titty.

After 30 or so such licks, James groaned and doused Amber's beautiful face
with sticky cream. Yummy!

After some sweet, cummy kissing, the foreplay was over. James mounted his
woman, who was on her back, in full heat. He entered her sissy pussy with
one deep stroke, fucked her hard until she came hard all over her soft
tummy, then blew his life's essence into his precious love.

Meanwhile, Brad and Justine were getting along famously in the other room.

Brad's first surprise was that Justine had added some blonde highlights
since they had last met. He made a mental note to mention and praise
that. The alternative, as every man knows, is an enforced period of
celibacy.

Justine was a stunner. She was wearing white the last time they had
met. This time she had only black fully-fashioned stockings, a tiny black
teddy and a welcoming expression.

Oh, she was sexy. Her delicious titties had grown, even in the past few
days. Without panties, her cock was bare and throbbing. And very excited.

Brad gulped and began to disrobe. "You're incredible," the lovestruck boy
said. "And I love what you did to your hair!"

Justine fluffed her hair and beamed at Brad. A good thing he noticed, she
thought. I didn't want to sleep alone.

Brad couldn't take his eyes off Justine. Her eyes. Her erect nipples. Those
beautiful legs. Her cock.

Brad joined Justine on the bed and kissed her silly. She was an excellent
kisser and she rubbed Brad's cock with her delicate hand as they swapped
spit.

Brad kissed his love's eyes, nose, chin, neck, inch-by-inch all the way
down to her pretty toes. His Dad had told him how he had driven Amber crazy
with toe-sucking. It was worth a try with Justine.

Brad could see the little beauties' red paint through her black
stockings. Justine was on her back. Brad kneeled at her feet and rubbed
both feet with his strong hands. Mmmmm. That felt good. Justine purred.

Tentatively, he raised her right foot to his lips. He kissed her stockinged
foot all over. Justine squirmed and her cock twitched. She liked it. Then
Brad licked Justine's little toe and its neighbor. Justine squealed. Brad
persisted by sucking the two little jewels. Justine's eyes got wide. She
squealed. She blew the first of many creamy cums for the evening.

Brad was happy. This was a girl who appreciated a lover's attentions.

Brad kissed Justine's mouth as he used the cummies on her soft tummy to
lubricate her warm hole. He rubbed it all over the walls of her secret
place with one, then two fingers and that made her produce and blast
another load of lubricant. When her anus was wet and ready, Brad kissed
Justine and flipped her onto her pretty tummy. She was looking at him over
her left, creamy shoulder with her pretty eyes. She was whimpering to be
fucked.

Brad climbed onto Justine's back and pointed his hot hard weapon at her
anus. She said, "Please, Brad. I need it!" Brad pushed. Justine screamed
with lust. Brad entered his Love with the full length of his tosser. He put
a good deal of his weight on her so that she felt helpless and
dominated. And loved. Then he fucked her. Beautifully. Life was good.

The next morning, a very, very well-fucked Justine and Amber sat with their
men and the McNally's at breakfast.

Ron McNally got serious for a moment. "Girls, James and I have been talking
and we have to take steps to make sure that your mothers don't ruin what
has become two wonderful lives."

The girls were terrified. "Could they do that?" a trembling Justine asked.

Ron said, "Maybe. We have a very specific contract, but Justine's mother is
a very high-powered lawyer. James Prince has a wonderful idea of how to
prevent that. He won't give you details, but he'll ask you to do some
things that will help. Is that OK?"

Justine and Amber couldn't give their new lives up. They would do almost
anything.

James said, "Good. I want you to have sex with one man each. I'll tell you
when. They're not the nicest men in the world, but it'll be worth it. And
I'll make sure you're not hurt in any way. Will you do that?"

It was all very mysterious, but they trusted James and Ron. They agreed.

James, Brad, Ron and Barbara smiled. "You're sissies, but you have spine,"
Ron said.



Chapter Fifteen -- Slumber Party

Every Saturday at the McNallys', all the sissies had a slumber party. It
was especially festive that week because it was the first for Justine and
Amber. It was also the first since Robert, Mark, Scott and Billy's dates
with actual, cock-carrying boys.

The four part-time sissies arrived at 3 p.m., full of stories about boys
kissing them and putting their big, stiff things right into them.

"It was heavenly," Bobbi, the former Robert, said as she was lining her
eyes. "I told Alex Mendez that I had always had a crush on him. Then I
quickly pulled down my trousers to show him my panties, garterbelt and
stockings. I told him I would put lipstick on for him and started to do so,
when he kissed me. Oh, I saw stars, I'll tell you, girls."

"I know," Candi, the former Billy, said. "I told my best friend and a few
minutes later, I had his cock in my mouth. After I made him cum a big
bucket, he put me on the end of my bed, got on the floor on his knees, and
tongued me, `back there.' Thank goodness I douched before I told him about
my sissiness. He made me cum in about three minutes flat. But that didn't
stop him. He held my hips up spread my stockinged legs. My bottomhole was
completely exposed. He kept licking and eating it until it was wet and
loose. Every once in a while, he would lick and suck my pretty nuts. Then,
of course, he fucked me. Three times. It's like, these guys have been
waiting for a chance to do this stuff all their lives, you know?"

The girls knew.

"I don't know why we were ever worried," Mary Theresa, the former Mark,
said. "I told Gary Riley and he almost blew his wad right then. I chose a
public place to tell him in case he was mean to me, but that was a
mistake. The boy was frantic to find a place to take my clothes off and
make love to me. We went to his grandparents' house. They're already back
in Florida until May, and Gary knew where they hid the key. Gary, I
discovered, likes good old, missionary position fucking. And so, I
discovered, do I.

"We have to talk to our mothers about going full-time," said Alicia Marie,
the former Scott. "I want titties, darn it. Especially after Donny licked
each of my nipples for about an hour last night. I came four times, just
from that and the finger fucking he was doing simultaneously. He was so
intent on giving me pleasure that I only sucked his cock to one blooie and
we only really fucked once. Of course the orgasm almost took my head off. I
LOVE this!"

Bobbi, Candi, Mary Theresa and Alicia Marie were very happy sissies that
Saturday night. The McNallys had been trying to get them to make the leap
to sex with boys, but they were afraid. Now there was no stopping the
lovelies.

Previous sissy sleepovers involved a lot of dressing in various sexy
outfits, styling each other's hair, painting each other's toe and
fingernails, and of course, fucking, sucking and pootie licking.

The parties were lots of fun, but something was missing.

At around 4:30, the six sissygirls were all femmied up. In keeping with
McNally tradition, everyone had a light supper and drank lots of fluids as
fortification for the long, cummy night ahead.

When they had helped clean up from the meal, the girls kissed the McNallys
goodnight and retired to the carnal chamber -- the home's family room. The
sissies were very hungry for each other and were just about to pair up for
some fun, when there was a knock on the family room door.

Barbara stuck her head in and said, "Sorry to interrupt ladies, but
Mr. McNally and I have something for you that might make your evening more
fun."

The sissies looked at each other in puzzlement. What could it be?

Barbara smiled, opened the door wide and six buff, naked and very erect
boys strode into the room.

The girls squealed and screamed in delight and fear. The boys chased the
squealing girls around the room. Truth be told, the girls didn't run away
very fast. Each Adonis grabbed a Venus and held her off the floor, cradled
in his arms. Barbara said, "My two nephews from downstate and their
friends. Enjoy!"

Bobbi was fluttering her pointed toes in a mock effort to get away. "What
are you going to do to us? Are you going to FUCK us?"

Her "ravager" smiled and said, "As often as you would like, Miss."

And all the boys kept that promise that night.



Chapter Sixteen -- Sore Bottoms

The next morning when the boys were kissed goodbye many times, every girl's
bottom was sore, but happy. Amber was walking the funniest of them all.

"Mrs. McNally's nephew Luke went crazy when he saw my cock," she said. "He
would suck all my sissy cream out, which got him so excited that he would
fuck me within and inch of my life. Which would make my big girl all stiff
and drippy again. Which, well, you know. Started the cycle again."

"I know," Justine said. "Luke's friend Brian has a really big cock. When he
figured out that my breasts gave milk, he fucked me like I was his last
meal. But wasn't it a great night?"

Oh yes, they all agreed.

After Mass on Sunday, the four hoping-to-be-fulltimers went home. Justine
and Amber did their homework, then had a lovely, four-hour date with James
and Brad. Amber almost suggested that they switch partners for a little
variety, but wasn't sure if Justine was ready for that yet. Maybe next
time. Amber was also thinking about all four of them on the same bed, but
that was probably a longer way off.

Before the Princes went home, James explained "the plan" for the next
afternoon. When he was sure the girls understood, there were farewell
kisses and embraces. James left, saying, remember, I'll be right there, so
don't worry.

The next afternoon after school, Justine hung around the library until
around four-thirty, then took a cab to Amber's mother's medical office. The
office was empty except for Todd Abrams, the office administrator, who was
always the last to leave.

Justine was dressed very sexily, as always, but with some cute, little girl
touches, like ribbons. Though the door was closed, she could see through
the glass that Todd was in there. And Todd could see her when she knocked.

No sane man would ignore someone like Justine at his door. He opened it
and, like almost every man, was overcome by her beauty and sexuality.

"May I help you, Miss?"

"Is my Daddy in there? I was supposed to meet him here after school?"

"There's no one here, Miss. The last patient left three hours ago."

Justine began to cry. "Oh, I messed up again. Daddy will be mad. He'll give
me the strap! I can't take the strap again."

What kind of beast would beat this angel, Todd thought.

"I could give you a ride home. Your Daddy wouldn't have to know."

Justine stopped crying. She hugged Todd, kissed his cheek and rubbed her
excellent titties against his chest.

Todd gave Justine a ride to the McNallys', making small talk and sneaking
peeks at her magnificent thighs as her skirt occasionally, inexplicably
rode up.

No one was in sight at the McNallys'. Justine said, "Daddy went out, I
guess. You're such a nice man. I love nice men. Please come in. I'll show
you my room. And its nice, big bed."

Todd's brain, which had rapidly migrated to his cock, was telling him to do
the right thing for this little darling.

Giggling and teasing, Justine took Todd by the hand and led him up the
stairs. When they were in the bedroom, Justine threw her arms around Todd
and kissed him. One thing led to another and a few moments later, Justine
told Todd that she was having her period, but to thank him properly for the
ride home, she wanted his cock in her bottomhole.

Now a law-abiding citizen would perhaps inquire as to the lady's age, 18
being the magic number. But smoke was coming from Todd's ears and Justine's
tight, tiny bottom was the prettiest sight he had ever seen. So with
Justine urging him on, Todd slipped his respectable rammer into her
delicious, pre-lubed heaven's gate.

Twelve strokes later, Todd was quivering and cumming hard. Ten seconds
after that, James Prince entered the room. Todd's eyes bulged. What was
this? Was this the infamous "Daddy?"

Justine gathered her clothing and left the room.

An hour later, Amber was in a bar frequented by a man with one of the worst
jobs on earth. John Fox was Justine's mother's personal secretary. John
drank at that bar every night to forget the demeaning crap he got from that
evil personage.

When Amber walked in, she was dressed as someone much older, but maybe she
could have passed for 16 at most, in the right light. The bartender was
about to tell her she was too young to be in there, but she was just so
darn beautiful; he wanted to look at her a little first. Breathing some of
the same air.

John was the only bar patron. Amber tapped him on the shoulder and said,
"I'm sorry, sir, but I've been stood up on a date and my girlfriend, who
gave me a ride, has already left. Could you please take me home?"

John was wary. It didn't make sense that a girl like that would ask him, a
stranger, for a ride. But this girl was a mega-ten. She probably figures
she can get guys to do anything she wants, he thought.

He certainly didn't have anything better to do, so he gave Amber a ride to
the McNallys'. John was surprised when she invited him in, more surprised
when, ten minutes later he had his cock up her little bottom. And the most
surprised of all a few minutes after that to learn from a stern James
Prince that he had just fucked a 14-year-old and it was all recorded for
the police. Unless he cooperated on something he would have gladly done if
they had just asked. The fuck was a nice bonus, though.



Chapter Seventeen -- Just Desserts

The next three weeks were wonderful for Justine and Amber. They had become
the most popular girls in school and boys were lining up just to say hello
to them. Although they had vigorous love sessions two or three times a week
with their Princes, the princesses still found lots of time for fun with
their sissy playgroup. And some of the drooling, adoring boys at
school. And a few of their male teachers. And Barbara's nephews and their
friends.

Playgroup was so much more fun now that the boys made the trip from
downstate every Saturday for the weekly slumber party. The boys were all in
love with Bobbi, Candi, Mary Theresa and Alicia Marie, but they practically
worshiped Justine and Amber. The playgroup had such fun new games, like
naked blind man's bluff, where a boy, who was "it" was naked and
blindfolded. The six sweet sissies would also be naked and there would be
seven lovely erections in evidence. The blindfolded boy would stumble
around the room chasing the squealing, giggling girls until he caught
one. He would then carry her off to a bedroom for hours of beautiful
fucking. Or even for a good spanking if she teased and aggravated him too
much during the game. The next boy would only have five lovelies to pursue
and the last boy would be matched against only one. Somehow, the last girl
always managed to be caught. And fucked.

Justine and Amber also loved to play "Lucky Sevens." Each girl would have
her turn in a room filled with seven boys. Two would each nurse on one of
each girl's milk-filled titties. Two would lick and suck her pretty
toes. One would suck her big, girlish cock. One would offer his cock for
her delicious sucking. One would fuck her darling bottom after he gave it a
proper licking. It was a total assault on the sexual senses and, while no
substitute for loving embraces with the boy or man a girl loved, it was a
pleasant, occasional diversion that produced huge and intense cums in rapid
succession.

The six girls had fun on their own too. One afternoon, they femmed up in
their sluttiest gear and sissied back and forth in front of a construction
site where twenty or so rough, manly workers were taking their breaks.

The sight of so much beautiful, high-heeled, short-skirted jailbait drove
the men ape. When they got home that afternoon, Justine and Amber couldn't
wait to tell the McNallys how four of the men had grabbed Mary Theresa and
Alicia Marie and carried them giggling and squealing to their construction
shed for the hard fucking that teasers deserve.

But the McNallys didn't appear to be in the mood for any levity that day. A
quick glance told Justine and Amber why. And horrified them.

The scariest sight in the world was in the McNallys' living room. Sitting
on the couch. Smiling wolfishly at them.

Their alleged mothers.

Justine and Amber's hearts sank.

Why were those creatures back?

Zoe Clendon spoke first. "Peter. Dear, it's so wonderful to see you? But
what have these horrible people done to you? You look like a proper little
faggot. Mommy will take you away from these awful people today and take you
home."

Fear grabbed the girls' throats.

Inexplicably, Barbara McNally left the room. The girls looked at Ron for
help. But he just sat there with a neutral expression.

Helga Harper said, "Justin, I don't know what they've done to you, but it
ends today. We're taking you both home and tomorrow you're enrolling in the
Leatherneck Military Academy. They'll make real men out of you. You can
stop taking your injections and you'll be real boys again. And once again,
we'll be a family."

A shiver of fear and disgust racked the girls. Why weren't the McNallys
helping them?

It was time to stand up for themselves. "We're not going, Mother. We're
happy here for the first time in our lives," Justine said.

"That's right," Amber said. "Wherever you send us to torment us, we'll run
away. And come back here. We're loved here."

Helga laughed cruelly. "Don't be ridiculous. These scared little rabbits
haven't said a word in your defense. They know I could crush them with
lawsuits."

Justine and Amber looked at Ron. Was it true?

Then the doorbell rang. In the emotion of the moment, Justine and Amber
hardly noticed, but seconds later, the room was full of people. Most
notably, Brad and James Prince. And four middle-aged men in bad herringbone
jackets. Wearing badges.

One of the bureaucratic-looking men stepped forward and said, "Helga Harper
and Zoe Clendon, you're under arrest for 2,684 counts of Medicare
fraud. You have the right to remain silent..."

Brad and James smiled at the girls, who were just realizing what was
happening.

Helga shot daggers at the girls, then spat at the men. "You'll never prove
a thing."

The lead agent said, "I'm afraid you're wrong, Miss. We have two witnesses
who came forward about three weeks ago. We also have mountains of documents
that prove you were working four hours a day, Dr. Clendon, and charging for
14 hours a day of services. We also have extensive documentation that will
prove Ms. Harper was a co-conspirator and shared in the profits. You're
both going away for a long time. And no deals on this one. We have you both
cold."

Justine and Amber savored something on their mothers' faces they had never
seen. Defeat. Their mothers had always called them losers, but it appeared
that Justine and Amber were the winners when it counted.

A smiling, weeping-with-joy Justine sissied up to Helga and said, "Goodbye,
Mother. Don't worry. I'll come visit you on the next 15 to 25 Mother's
Days."



Epilogue One -- Proper Gratitude

The only reasonable way to properly thank someone like James Prince who has
saved your emotional life is to fuck his brains out. Which was exactly what
Amber Clendon did within minutes of watching her mother put into
custody. Amber was, of course, also very grateful to Brad and the McNallys,
who worked very hard to make the right things happen. And she was extremely
grateful to her lover-for-life, Justine, for letting that potential witness
violate her bottom for a good cause.

But it was James who was truly everyone's hero. It was James who connected
the dots and figured out what the evil duo was doing. It was he who pursued
it. And he who got law enforcement interested.

The night of their liberation from the witchy duo, Amber, the lovely,
man-cocked, delicate-girl-bodied Amber, joyfully took James' big, hot manly
cock into every one of her squishy orifices.

Both Amber and James fell even more deeply in love.

Still, Justine and Amber had been hinting to each other for some time that
they would like to sort of, well, you know, maybe temporarily, for a short
time, once or twice, sample each other's sugar.

Justine had the hotsies for James and Amber wanted to drink from young
Brad's cum fountain. And Justine certainly wanted to thank her deliverer
personally. It would be the right thing. And, fun too, perhaps.

The giggling girls agreed to a switcheroo, never considering that their
lads may have reservations about switching lovers. Still, throughout
history, every male who has been offered fresh pussy with no apparent
complications has accepted with great enthusiasm.

The next night, James and Brad showed up at the McNallys' with extra-firm
Johnsons. They were each being treated to some different sex partners or
"strange" as the lads say on the street corner. And men do love their
"strange." So do sissies.

A smiling Ron McNally directed James to a bedroom upstairs and James
entered it with a throbbing, expectant cock. He was not disappointed.

Justine arose from her vanity table and smiled brilliantly at her hero. She
was wearing a pink, diaphanous peignoir, fluffy, pink, four-inch-stiletto
mules, and skimpy pink panties. Her milk-dripping, excitedly erect nipples
could be seen clearly through her peignoir. And she was all James' for the
whole night.

Just imagine.

Justine sissied over to James, threw her arms around him and kissed him. A
big, wet, lipsticky kiss, with lots of tongue. James insinuated his long,
thin fingers into the front of Justine's lacy panties. She shuddered with
pleasure as he gave her pink balls a lovely tickle. James and Justine were
already in a high state of erotic arousal when James broke the kiss and sat
in an easy chair. He beckoned Justine to him. She stood in front of him, in
complete submission to his masculine will.

James Prince's will in the past few weeks had gone in directions he had
never imagined. He asked Justine to turn around. She lifted her pretty arms
at the elbow, holding them in a sissyish, submissive posture and
pivoted. James eased her peignoir over her shoulders and let it puddle onto
the floor.

Justine stood on her big heels, naked except for her tiny panties, which
were filled with her girlish excitement. She looked back over her shoulder
and was pleased with James' look of awe and wonder at her exquisite body.

James placed his hands on Justine's silky hips. Her smooth skin was
warm. He could feel her blood throbbing as he gently caressed the outsides
of her thighs. Justine mewed with lust. Her pretty cock was outrageous!

James slowly slipped Justine's silky panties up and over her throbbing
cock. Justine gasped as the silky waistband scraped the tender, pink bits
of her sweet cockhead.

James slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles, then helped her step
out of them, one high-heeled foot at a time.

James' face was now inches from the gorgeous bottom of his beautiful,
naked, high-heeled sissy. He kissed her right bottom cheek. It was covered
with a lovely, soft down. James was impressed not only by Justine's beauty,
but her docility. And her bottom. It was so tiny. And tight. And warm. And
it was wiggling at him.

He kissed Justine's left bottom cheek. She was panting now. And her cock
was making a little jerk every time James touched or kissed her.

He wanted her to be very hot and bothered when he fucked that tight,
perfect bottom. So he parted its cheeks with his thumbs and, using the
width of his tongue, licked her from the underside of her balls, to her
anus, to the small of her back. Justine squealed with lust and
surprise. James did it seven or eight more times until the little doll was
in a high dither.

Then James sat his naked angel on his bare lap and kissed her mouth. "I
love you, Justine," he said truthfully. "You, Amber and Brad are my life. I
want to be with all of you forever."

Justine sighed and nuzzled James' hairy chest. "I love you too, Daddy," she
said. We'll never know which dark pit of the psyche that concept crawled
out of. Justine, who had never had a real daddy, was apparently happy to
have two daddies, Ron McNally and James. Ron was more like a real
Daddy. Loving, but never sexual. James was a Daddy who could make a little
girl's naughtiest dreams come true.

Justine giggled when James put his wet finger into her bottomhole. She
tickled the weeping head of James' big, hot cock as they kissed. She loved
being "the mommy" too when James nursed milk from her daily-growing
breasts. It was so intimate to be able to have her lover suckle her titties
like an adoring baby. Things were getting very complicated. But very
erotic.

Justine was going to be giving milk in another way if James kept sucking
her sensitive boobies like that. Her hero sensed that and said, "I'm going
to fuck you now, my sweet angel."

Justine's heart raced. And her cock leaked even more slick juices.

James stood and picked Justine up in his arms as if she were
weightless. The naked pair moved to Justine's bed. James gently laid her on
her back, looked at her delicious body with lust and wonder, and mounted
her. Putting his weight on her as he smothered her with soft
kisses. Justine moaned and tried to rub her cock against James, since she
had become desperate for relief.

James held her back from cumming yet again by gently squeezing her pink
bag. Then he took pity on her condition. He placed one of Justine's legs on
each of his shoulders, smiled into her beautiful face and, with one thrust,
pushed his entire rock-hard penis into her hungry bottom. Justine screamed
in sexual fever.

James' eyes bugged out. His cock had never been in such tight, gripping
quarters. It was as if a hundred fingers were massaging his cock, trying to
drain its sticky juices.

It was amazing that such a miniscule bottom could accept such a huge, thick
prick. Justine was a wonder of nature.

The little wonder was squealing and wiggling. "Fuck me, Daddy!" she
gasped. "Please fuck your little girl, Daddy! Harder. Hotter. Cum inside
me, Daddy. Make me cum, Daddy, please!"

That naughty talk was exciting James to a boiling fever. His face was
contorted with orgasm-directed effort as he fucked the angelic doll. He
began to skin her little prickie hood in rhythm with his thrusts. He looked
into her wide, beautiful eyes and saw that she was in major orgasmic
distress. Then she screamed, "Dadddddyyyyyy!!!!!" and began to release big,
sticky globs of her girlish excitement all over her cummy tummy.

James was only human. He felt his own orgasm attack him and he surrendered
to it. His gut wrenched and he filled the whimpering, spasming girl beneath
him with a barrel of his hot cum. It was the best feeling he had ever had.

Justine eased her legs off James' shoulders and reveled in the sensation of
a full, wet, squishy bottom with the perpetrator's hard, manly body
shuddering in intense climax on top of her.

"You're the best Daddy in the whole world," the perfect doll said as she
kissed him.

That complicated things didn't it? Of course, we know that Justine, Amber
and their many fervent lovers were able to live happily ever after.

Epilogue Two -- Unfinished Business

One afternoon three months later, Justine was in school standing outside
Assistant Principal Royce's office.

Justine was doing very well in school. It just seemed that she had issues
with some of the rules.

For instance, her high school had a silly old rule against girls sucking
boys' cocks in school. Justine had just been caught breaking that dumb old
regulation for the third time earlier that day. She giggled to herself that
she had actually broken that rule about 50 times, but had only been CAUGHT
twice. And she had done lots of other prohibited stuff too. And a lot of
stuff that the people who wrote those rules didn't even know could be
done. Justine loved being a girl.

Anyway, Tyler Jameson had been worth getting caught. He was dreamy! Justine
was glad that she had just finished swallowing Tyler's big load and was
licking his cock clean when they were caught, this time by Mr. Royce
himself!

Tyler was in there with Mr. Royce in his office now. And Justine could hear
the yelling.

Mr. Royce seemed to be very displeased with Justine's activities. He had
spoken to her about sex in school many times and had told the McNallys,
Justine and Amber's now-official, adoptive parents, that he didn't approve
of their "friendliness" with the boys and, it was rumored, some of the
teachers.

Justine tried to explain to Mr. Royce that she was a sissy and that it was
in the Sissy Code to share herself with nice boys and men. But he just
didn't seem to grasp the concept.

A very contrite Tyler left the administrator's office. Justine caught
Tyler's eye and despite his suspension, Tyler smiled. And his cock
hardened. Justine wondered what Mr. Royce would say if he came out of his
office and saw Justine bent over with Tyler's cock in her bottom. That
would be funny!

Before Justine had an opportunity to try it, Mr. Royce came out and
beckoned to Justine.

Justine smiled radiantly at Mr. Royce as she sissied into his office in her
micro-mini, tan stockings and five-inch, fuck-me pumps.

She peeked at his "package" and saw some promising movement. Mr. Royce may
have been the Assistant Principal, but he was still a man. And Justine knew
what men wanted.

Mr. Royce closed the door and opened his mouth to speak, but Justine seized
the initiative.

"I've been very naughty, Mr. Royce," the sweet angel said.

Mr. Royce nodded in agreement and began to say something again. But he
froze when Justine lifted her skirt, began to peel down her panties to just
below her glorious cheeks and said, "You should spank me. Really spank
me. Hard. Bare bottom. It's the only way I'll learn."

Mr. Royce gazed with awe as an erect, dripping Justine sissied over to him,
turned around to allow him a view of the heaven that was her bottom, and
then lay across his knees, bare bottom up, cock between Mr. Royce's legs.

"Spank me, Mr. Royce," the little sweetheart said. "It's the only way to
get that evil out of me. Spank me!"

Mr. Royce was sweating barrels. His cock was at full stand as he admired
the delicious cheeks of Justine's excellent ass. He felt her pretty penis
rubbing between his thighs. Oh, he was ruined! What if someone walked in on
the two of them. He had to put an end to it.

He gasped, "We can't spank in this school."

Justine rubbed her cock against his thigh. He loved it, even though her
sticky goo was drooling on his clean, well-creased trousers. "But now you
have me all hot, just thinking about a spanking," she said. "What will I
do?"

Mr. Royce was one of those guys who had an answer for everything. Until
that moment. He was choked up. And extraordinarily aroused.

Justine stood up and faced Mr. Royce. "Look how excited I am, Mr. Royce. I
don't mean to be naughty, but I can't seem to help it. Help me, Mr. Royce,
please."

Mr. Royce quivered as he looked at Justine's big, beautiful, erect,
twitching cock. It was red and shiny and it looked like the most delectable
thing on Earth to poor Mr. Royce.

He shifted in his chair. His own cock was swelled and throbbing. Justine
held her cock with her pretty right hand and caressed it with her manicured
fingers. She tickled her pink ball bag with her left hand. She locked eyes
with Mr. Royce and whispered, "Help me."

Mr. Royce capitulated. He groaned loudly, then fell to his knees to kiss,
lick, smooch, suck, massage, and skin Justine's exquisite, girlish cock
until, panting and squealing, she spurted her sweet, sticky, sissy
cream. Globs of hot goo gushed from Justine's delighted sissy stick,
splashing on the face of a sexually frantic Mr. Royce.

The man was manically aroused. He stood, and with a powerful sweep of his
arm, he cleared his cluttered desk. He picked up a panting, post-orgasmic
Justine and not-too-gently bent her over his desk. Her torso was flat on
the hard wood as Mr. Royce's hard wood was contemplating the loveliness of
Justine's anus. Oh my goodness. He was going to FUCK her! A good thing she
had lubed herself -- just in case the assistant principal felt strange
urges. The kind men were always feeling around her.

Justine was pressed flat on the desk. Her high-heeled feet were on the
floor and her bare bottom was presenting a perfect target for
cock. Mr. Royce's cock.

Abandoning all reason and ignoring consequences, Mr. Royce ripped down his
pants, sighed, and aimed his cock at paradise.

"I'm very naughty, Mr. Royce. I need what you want from me. Please."

Mr. Royce pushed his cock into Justine's soft, round bottom, all the way up
to his pubic hairs. Justine screamed. Mr. Royce worried about exposure for
a fleeting second. Then he began to plunge deeply in and out of the
sweetest "pussy" on earth.

"I'm so naughty and you're so nice, Mr. Royce. So nice. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

Justine's angelic bottom was sore from the rough treatment Mr. Royce was
giving it. But it was a good sore. She especially loved the slap of
Mr. Royce's ball bag as it hit her bottom on his forward thrusts. He was
such a brute. Who would have thought it?

Mmmmmm. Mr. Royce was getting close to his orgasm. Justine could tell
because his thrusts into her were harder and more frequent. In a few
moments, Justine's bottom would be filled with Mr. Royce's hot, cummy
load. That would feel really good. And it would make Mr. Royce happy.

Justine didn't expect too much more trouble from the school administration
from that point on.

It was great to be a winner.


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